Oh. My. God. I love being a woman. No , scratch that—I adore  it. I obsess over it. I live for it. I twirl in it  like I'm the damn finale of a movie and the confetti is made of compliments and Ariana Grande beats. You know what I did today? I wore my favorite lil’ black dress—the one that hugs me just right and makes me feel like a walking fire emoji . I dabbed on my signature red lip gloss (the glossy kind that screams “CEO but make it hot”) and guess what? I caught myself in the mirror and literally said out loud: “Damn. My parents did a phenomenal  job. I am the product of legends .” And then I looked again—just to be sure—and yep, still iconic. Like… how is it legal to feel this good? Somebody call 911, there’s a goddess on the loose and she’s armed with eyeliner, confidence, and a playlist that could start a dance riot. I was working earlier—meetings, deadlines, adulting—but then suddenly, in the soft hush of the afternoon, I felt  it. That sparkle. That unexplainable wave of joy. I looked at my plants (yes, I have a plant in every corner because clearly, I'm building an indoor jungle) and touched the leaves like I was Snow White reincarnated with better skincare. There’s something about nature, right? The gentle green, the silent softness of petals, the way a leaf just exists—no pressure, just vibes. I think we should all live more like leaves. Anyway, back to the divine drama of the day. I turned up Ariana, then hopped to some 80s pop, threw in a little Shayne Ward and Enrique (because emotion , hello?), and ended with Lana Del Rey, because why not? Life’s a mixtape and I’m the only song that’s on repeat. And here’s the thing. Being a woman isn't just about the glam. It’s about those tiny  sacred moments— When you laugh too loud. When you hype yourself in the mirror. When you take yourself out for lunch and flirt with your own reflection in the glass. When you pick a bouquet of flowers and can’t decide between tulips or sunflowers because girl, you deserve them all. It’s about choosing joy—even when life’s messy. Choosing to vibe—even when the playlist is glitching. Choosing yourself—every single time. But wait. Let me talk about my GIRLS. Ohhhh baby, I am surrounded  by queens. Crowned in chaos, glitter, and unconditional love. My best friend, Muku—this girl is my ride or die, my 3AM therapist, my personal cheerleader who would probably fight someone if they made me cry. She’s seen my ugliest breakdowns and still said, “You’re beautiful.” She sends me 7-minute-long voice notes just to say, “You got this, baby.” And the sisterhood? Honey, it's real. Saloni—my soul-smiling sunshine. She’s the one who hypes me up when I look like a sleep-deprived potato.Divya, Aisha, Simmi, Khushi, Mansi, Mehak, Anushka, Arya, Nivi, Ritika, Jyoti, Aliena… these girls? They are my heart wrapped in sequins and sass. They say, “You’re glowing.” They scream, “YES QUEEN!” They remind me, “Don’t you ever dim your light.” These aren’t just friendships. This is a revolution . Of love, softness, strength, and unapologetic support. And speaking of incredible souls, there’s Faiza—just a girl I don’t even know well, but every time I used to need notes, she was the first to send them with the sweetest smile. She’s always there, reading whatever I write, hyping me up with her kind words and endless appreciation. It’s women like her, who don’t have to be in your inner circle but still pour love and support into everything you do, that make the world feel a little brighter. Of course, there are days I’m a mess. Days I cry in my towel, feel lost, feel not-so-goddessy. But then I remember—I get to choose. And I always, always choose happiness. Because I owe that to myself. I owe that to the girl in the mirror who’s still learning to love her laugh lines and late-night cravings. I owe it to every version of me that survived heartbreak, self-doubt, overthinking, and still danced in the kitchen anyway. So here’s to being a woman. To lip gloss that lasts all day. To songs that make you feel alive. To the chaos, the colors, the crying, the caring, the coffee dates, the confidence, the crushes. To plants in every corner and perfume behind the ear. To hugging your girls so tight the world feels safe again. Here’s to YOU, babygirl. Celebrate yourself. You are the art. You are the artist. And this life? It’s your runway. Walk it with that strut only you have. 💃✨ Now go hype yourself. Buy that flower. Sing that song. Twirl in that dress. And if anyone asks why you’re glowing so much today? Just smile and say, “Because I’m me.” 🌷💋👑

“Mirror the energy they give you, babe. But never dim your light just to match their shade.” There was a time when she waited . Waited for love to feel like the movies. Waited for a text back. Waited for friends who only showed up when it was convenient. Waited for someone — anyone  — to choose her. But guess what? No one came. Not when she broke. Not when she stayed up at 3AM, crying silently into her own arms. Not when she needed a “How are you?” more than air. And so — she chose herself. 🦋 The Girl Who Wanted Love, Found Fire Instead When people ask her what changed, she just smiles. Because what they don’t see is the phoenix  that rose from those nights. She didn’t just survive heartbreak. She owned  it. Turned pain into poetry. Tears into tenacity. Loneliness into luxury. While they were busy ghosting, playing cool, or acting like she was “too much” — she was busy building. Now? She’s in her “I want it, I get it”  era. No begging. No chasing. Just manifesting — and working like hell behind the scenes. 💸 She’s Working for the Lifestyle, Not the Likes This girl? She’s not scrolling for validation. She’s grinding for vacation. The career she dreamt of? She’s going all in. The bank balance? It’s getting stacked. The peace she prayed for? It lives in her now. That luxury lifestyle? She’s funding it herself. Because she knows: the world never gave her what she asked for — so she became the woman who gives it to herself. 🌹 No More “Pick Me” — It’s “Can You Keep Up With Me?” She used to dim her light. Talk softer. Laugh less. Shrink into spaces that didn’t know how to hold her bigness. Now? She walks in like a wildflower with diamonds in her roots. Untamed. Unapologetic. Unforgettable. She’s her father’s pride , his little girl with fire in her soul — and she is done begging for crumbs when she was born to own the damn bakery. So if you’re a man thinking she’ll chase you while you play cool — think again. She’s not auditioning. She’s the show. 💋 To All the Girls Like Her: This Is Your Time Mirror the energy, babe. Someone gives silence? You give peace. Someone gives bare minimum? You give distance. Someone gives disrespect? You give absence. But to yourself? You give EVERYTHING. You give the love you waited for. You give the soft, healing words no one else said. You give the hugs, the hair oiling, the journal pages, the long drives, the “I’m proud of you.” You pour into yourself like you once poured into the wrong people. And guess what? It’s beautiful here. In this solitude. In this space where you’re choosing you  every damn day. 👑 Because the Greatest Love Story? It’s the one where you finally fall for yourself. You don’t come second. You ’re not “almost.” You’re not waiting. You ’re not “maybe.” You’re not one day. You ’re everything. Right now. So straighten that crown. Put on your favorite lipstick. Look into the mirror and whisper: “I’ve always been her. I’m just done pretending I’m not.” Who were you before the world told you to shrink — and who are you ready to become now?

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