You don’t exist for anyone’s pleasure.
You are not a shape to be molded,
not a canvas for their brush,
not a mirror reflecting their comfort.

Who you are
is not a vote,
not a debate,
not a panel discussion.
No gavel strikes to decide your being.

They hold no keys to your wonder.
No map to your magic.
No whispered secrets from the gods
about the fire that is you.

Let no one judge you.
Their eyes hold no truth greater than your own.
Their words carry no power
unless you grant it.

You are the authority.
The meaning-maker.
The voice that names and claims.

You choose who stands beside you
those who see you,
those who lift you,
those who breathe life into your light.

Authentic
authentikos
one who acts on their own authority.

So stand.
Radiate.
Speak your name into the wind.

You are not here to please.
You are here to be.