They know she’s beautiful—
That’s exactly why they try to make her feel ugly.

People who attack her don’t do it because they don’t see her light.
They do it because they can’t stand how brightly it shines.

They sense:

• Her beauty before she even steps into the room
  
• Her power before she even says a word
  
• Her magic before she even fully owns it herself
  

And instead of honoring it, they try to contain it.

They chip away at her confidence.
Undermine her worth.
Criticize her body, her voice, her choices—
not because she’s lacking,
but because they hope if she questions herself enough,
she’ll forget how powerful she is.

Because deep down, they know:

• She walks with a beauty that can’t be bought
  
• A radiance that comes from surviving what was meant to destroy her
  
• A presence that can’t be replicated
  

And that terrifies them.

So they dress their envy as critique.
They weaponize her softness.
They call her “too much” so she’ll become “less.”

But it’s all smoke.

Her beauty was never in question.
Only their ability to receive it without collapsing under their own insecurity.

Let them project.

Because while they try to make her forget who she is—
she’s remembering.
And that remembering?
Is her revolution.