There’s an insurmountable pressure around being. Feeling like a universal plug, adapting to different roles and environments throughout the day, expected to smile through it all while looking beautiful and well-rested.
Walking the tightrope of perpetual beauty without being too sexy. Innovative and productive without being aggressive. Wise and nurturing, yet ageless.
Juggling it all without letting a single piece fall, lest your value fall with it.
My world keeps spinning without a day off.
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