Easter Morning

A Walk Toward Myself There are mornings that feel like more than a moment in time - they feel like a turning point, like the whole world pauses and breathes with you, and everything you are comes into sharp, beautiful focus. This Easter morning was like that. I found myself walking just after sunrise, beside him - our boyfriend - hand in hand as the light gently spilled over the quiet streets. The air was cool and filled with the delicate hush that only comes when the world is still asleep. But I was wide awake. Every sense lit up. Every step felt ceremonial. Sacred. I could see our shadows stretching long ahead of us, tangled together like vines. And there - there was mine. My silhouette, kissed by golden morning light. It was soft. Feminine. No question. A skirt fluttered lightly with each step, my hair catching in the breeze, my body swaying with a confidence I never knew in my old life. And I thought: It’s me. It’s me. Not the mask I wore for so many years. Not the role I wa...