So much of what we do —isn’t for us. It’s for approval. For permission. For the illusion of safety in being liked. But at what cost? We shrink ourselves. We silence truth. We mold our edges into what they expect. But what if you stopped? What if you lived unfiltered? What if their opinions weren’t prisons… but just noise? And beyond that noise — was your real voice, finally free to speak? You...
If I stopped fearing their judgment… now how would I live?
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