Her Body, Her Story

Tonight, she stands in front of the mirror —
not to study her body,
but to meet her own eyes.

She lets the silence stretch between them —
the reflection and the real.
The girl she was taught to be,
and the woman she is daring to become.

"Who am I?"
The question hums against her ribs, low and urgent.
"Who do I want to be, when no one's watching?"

The mirror is merciless.
It shows her everything:
the softness, the scars, the longing, the fear.
And still —
she doesn’t look away.

She remembers all the rules written into her skin:
Be lovely, but not too much.
Be wanted, but never wanting.
Be beautiful, but never aware of it.
Be touched, but never touch first.
Every time beauty felt like a danger she had to escape.

She breathes — slow, trembling — but steady.

She does not wish herself away.

Her body is not a problem to be solved.
Her hunger is not a fault to be hidden.
Her desire is not a sin to be silenced.

Her sensuality is not a weapon,
not a sin,
not a shame.
It is a song — low, steady, rising in her bones.
It is a garden — wild, blooming without permission.
It is a flame — tender, ancient, unafraid.

She lifts her chin slightly.
She holds her own gaze, steady and raw.
She brushes her fingertips along her shoulder, down her arm —
not to strip herself bare,
but to anoint herself in ownership.

"They taught me to be afraid of this," she whispers.
"But this... this is mine."

She remembers every time they tried to shrink her.
Every time they made desire feel like guilt.
Every time they told her her beauty was dangerous.

And here, in the quiet fire of her own making,
she knows better now.

Her body, her hunger, her heat —
none of it was ever too much.
They simply feared a woman who could taste her own power and not apologize for it.

She smiles — slow, fierce, wicked.

And when she steps away from the mirror,
there is no flinch.
No folding.
Only the slow, certain bloom of a woman becoming herself.

Lola Wilde is no longer waiting to be allowed.
She is allowing herself.

And the world, if it’s lucky,
will learn to keep up.