A Goddess.

Not because the world gave me that name — but because my spirit remembered.

I am strong. I am powerful.

I am the breath of my ancestors and the voice of the future.

And to every young goddess who hears this:

You are not too much.

You are just enough.

You are not waiting to become — you already are.

Made of sun, sky, soil, and soul — your existence is sacred.

Your dreams are divine instructions.

Your heart is an altar.

Your presence is a prayer.

Do not shrink for comfort.

Do not dim for approval.

You were not born to hide — you were born to rise.

Every step you take in your truth is a spell of healing.

Every time you speak with love, you change the world’s rhythm.

When you walk, walk like your grandmothers are watching — because they are.

So lift your chin.

Adjust your crown.

And remember:

You are a goddess.

You always were.

Now it’s time the world sees it too.