Today I wear pearls,
not because there’s a gala,
But because my reflection deserved an ovation.
Diamonds at brunch? Absolutely.
I survived the storm, darling—
Sparkle is the least I can do.
I laugh, not out of arrogance,
but from the melody of freedom.
A laughter that says—
I made it through, and I look exquisite doing it.
Let them choke on their disbelief;
I am not for everyone—
I am for the ones who can recognize the rare.
There was a time I hid my shine,
made my brilliance bite-sized
so others could digest it.
Now I serve it on a silver platter—
full course, honey.
No apologies, no explanations,
just excellence with a side of champagne.
I am celebrated—
not because the world crowned me,
but because I finally crowned myself.
Adored—
because I radiate the kind of energy
that reminds others how it feels to love themselves.
And admired—
because my walk carries the scent
of prayers answered and peace earned.
So I raise my glass:
a toast to love—
for finding me once I stopped searching.
A toast to abundance—
for showing up when I stopped shrinking.
A toast to a job well done—
because healing is labor,
and joy is the paycheck.
And to those who can’t match my value—
I wish them light… from afar.
Because matching energyIt
is no longer my ministry.
I am too busy dancing with destiny,
too grounded in grace,
too seasoned in self-worth
to explain my sparkle to anyone still in the dark.
So here’s to me—
the woman who chose herself,
who walks like laughter,
who glows like forgiveness,
and who wears joy
like couture made of moonlight.
Pearls, diamonds, laughter, love—
all mine.
Because I deserve it all.
And this time,
I won’t pretend I don’t–
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