She’s not slipping.
She knows exactly where she’s standing.
Heels on something that refuses to stay still.
Balance borrowed.
Control negotiated, not given.
The ground doesn’t wait for confidence.
It moves whether you’re ready or not.
This isn’t about grace.
It’s about choice
about showing up as yourself
when stability was never promised.
Some people dress for safety.
Others dress for the truth of who they are.
So when the ground finally gives way,
will you regret the risk you took
or the parts of yourself you hid to avoid it?