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Personal Reflection

There are days when the world asks too much, and the soft places inside you retreat. What rises in their place is not anger — not exactly. It’s something ancient. Elemental. A flame that knows how to defend itself.

Being “more fire than girl” isn’t about rage for its own sake. It’s about presence. Boundaries. Power. It’s the heat that returns to your spine when you’ve been cold too long. The energy that says: I’m still here. I burn because I exist.

You don’t owe anyone your constant gentleness. Some days you blaze. Some days you smolder. But either way, you’re sacred.

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Reflective Prompt

What does your fire look like?
When do you feel most powerful — and how can you honor that without apology?