Her hands shook. Her mind whispered,
"They’ll judge you."
She didn’t fight it.
She answered back,
"You’re just a thought.
I am more than you."
Then she read her poem.
A kettle hissed. A phone buzzed. A toddler clapped.
And the world kept spinning.
No spotlight. No disaster. Just courage, quietly shown.
That night, she wrote:
"I’m not glass—I’m clay. I can shape who I become."
And that’s what strength looks like.
Try This :
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Sit tall. Breathe out.
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When fear speaks, say: “Just a thought.”
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Refocus on what matters.
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Show up. Do good. That’s how you shape your name.
The Takeaways:
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People will talk. Let them. Let your actions do the real talking.
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You’re not fragile glass, you’re clay. Shape yourself every day.
Messed up?
It's ok. Be kind to yourself. Kindness helps you rise again.

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