How Many Times Must I Change?

Some nights I wonder how many times I had to walk away from myself just to become a woman the world could love more easily. Each time, a different face fell away from me; one to be loved, one to avoid judgment, one to make myself smaller. And now, between all these abandoned faces, I can no longer tell which voice is truly mine. My body is cracked, yet my roots still breathe beneath the soil… Maybe because beneath all these altered faces, there is still a girl inside me who only wanted to be enough exactly as she was.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1LbMjh2Hro8sBJQubkYAqEVwzn44Vi99Vz

Token ID

12