Monday morning.
I walked into the office with a little more bounce in my step than usual, coffee in hand, hair actually cooperating for once, and a quiet, lingering glow on my skin. I guess self-love does that to you.
This weekend had been surprisingly empowering. I kept going back to those photos I’d taken. Not to critique, not to judge, but to admire. I finally felt like I owned my body again. Like I could take up space without apologizing for it.
It was a refreshing feeling.
I didn’t even flinch when I walked past reception and headed for the elevator. Normally, I’d panic about seeing Lucas worry about whether my blouse was wrinkled or if I’d remembered to put on enough lip balm. But today?
I felt unshakable.
When I stepped into the elevator, I caught my reflection in the metal wa
