The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

She used to think she was broken. For years, she wore armor so heavy it became part of her skin—crafted from silence, survival, and the belief that hiding was safer than healing. She didn’t face the world because she didn’t have to. No one pushed her. Avoidance felt easier than confrontation, and for 43 years, that was enough.

But something shifted.

She began to see that the armor wasn’t protection but a prison. And she wasn’t damaged. She was waiting to feel safe enough to shed the weight and to believe that strength could look like softness. She was waiting to realize that facing the world didn’t mean losing herself—it meant finally meeting herself.

Now, she stands without the armor. Not because life got easier, but because she got stronger. She’s no longer afraid of the world she once avoided. She’s proud of the woman who chose herself after 43 years of silence. And she’s learning that healing isn’t loud—it’s steady. It’s hers.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis