These days she has a solid sense of her own significance.
When people ask how she is doing, she replies, “Strong.”
She announces it in the tone of a queen, escorted with a satisfied smile.
She is a new kind of Queen. Not the kind to execute her subjects, as they serve as reminders of all she is not.
She is no longer bound by the vines of materialistic pleasures, she is not measured by how many things she has purchased. She rebuffs the shitty labels society reaches out and tries to slap across her chest like a name tag at a trade show.
Little by little she sought her truth and little by little pieces of it appeared. Some had welcoming faces that she embraced fully, while there were others that were harder to look at…harder to accept.
But change could not happen before acceptance of herself entirely – demons and all.
She was surprised at how the life of royalty would be so ….
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