She carries herself differently these days. When she walks into a room, she walks in like she belongs there-because she does. Not because someone invited her. Not because she's trying to prove anything. But because she finally understands her presence is enough. She doesn't shrink to make others comfortable anymore. She doesn't second-guess her voice mid-sentence. She speaks with intention, moves with confidence, and carries a quiet kind of power that doesn't need validation to exist. She laughs a little louder now—free, unfiltered, unafraid of taking up space. The kind of laugh that turns heads, not because it's too much, but because it's real. Pt1