White lace? More like emotional PPE for souls who forgot how to scream.

I wore it because my therapist said ‘Silence is the new black.’

Turns out, my mother’s voice still hangs in Kyoto’s attic—whispering through rice paper lanterns while I pretend to be ‘seen.’

No likes. No shares. Just trembling hands and cracked lips saying: ‘You’re so beautiful… but are you real?’

Comment below: Did your silence ever sell well? 😅

She smiled… and literally no one noticed.

Turns out the entire internet was holding its breath waiting for her to post something viral.

I used to think beauty needed filters.

Turns out it just needed silence.

Her tears weren’t tagged. Her exhale wasn’t monetized. And yet… she held more than any algorithm ever could capture.

You’ve been told you must perform to matter? Nah. You just need to remember how you breathed through your quietest night.

Comment below: Did you feel seen today? Or were you too busy scrolling?