She looks deeply into the looking glass and repeats the words, beginning to smile. Her reflection peers back at her, encouraging.
Just as quickly, her eyes become sad. The four walls of tradition remind her. You were unsafe without this. Do not trust yourself to stand alone. You will fall.
Crestfallen, she retreats. It would be stupid, I know. Why fix something that isn’t broken? Remain safe. Restrained.
Will you keep living a lie?