The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I finally see what you were trying to show me all those years ago.

That I needed to grow—not louder, not bolder in chaos—but inward.

That my strength wasn’t something to perform, but something to uncover quietly, patiently, within myself.

You knew that validation couldn’t come from applause or attention but from my voice and truth.

Back then, I thought being loud meant being heard.

I thought being “too much” would protect me from being overlooked.

But all it did was leave me with echoes that didn’t feel like mine.

And yet… in that solitude, something miraculous happened.

I met myself.

Not the version shaped by survival or performance, but the one who blooms in silence.

The one who listens to her heart and follows it, even when no one else understands.

For the past few months, I’ve been standing on my own.

Not out of defiance, but out of devotion—to myself.

And every day, I find a better version of me.

Not perfect. Not polished. But real.

Beautiful.

Worthy.

Enough.

So thank you—for planting the seed, even when I wasn’t ready to water it.

I see it now.

And I’m growing.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis