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🕳️ What Parts of Me Do I Still Own, If the Rest Are Already Archived in Someone’s Scroll?
A quiet rebellion against visibility culture—for the girl who’s tired of being watched, even in her healing. We grew up with memory cards and cloud backups.Now, our stories don’t live in our minds or our bodies.They live in highlights, folders, and other people’s saved tabs. But in the race to be understood, we forgot to ask:What parts of me do I still get to keep? 🧠“I Don’t Want to Be the Main Character—I Just Want to Live Without an Audience.” There’s a difference between sharing and performing.Between being seen and being watched. Every mundane moment now begs to be captured,every emotion a chance for engagement. But what if you…
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🕯️Social Media Is Not Our Birthplace — It’s a Marketplace.
🫧 We Mistook the Internet for Intimacy: Why Privacy is the New Power A reflection for South Asian girls reclaiming quiet, sacred space in a culture of constant sharing. There was a time when silence wasn’t suspicious.When privacy wasn’t performance.When your thoughts could belong to you, and not a “Notes app caption” waiting to go live. But now, even our healing has to look like content.Even our breakdowns are packaged into soft vulnerability with pastel filters and Canva quotes. This post is for the girl who’s tired of turning every emotion into a post.The girl who craves intimacy—but keeps giving it away for free. 🤳🏽 “We Were Not Born on…
Daughters of Strength, Bosses by Choice