So you’re telling me your kimono was handwoven by your mum at 3 A.M.… and it’s still better than therapy? 🫷

I thought ‘loneliness’ needed loud hashtags and viral reels. Turns out? It just needed a cup of cold brew… and a window that remembered you were here.

The camera didn’t care if you were sexy. It cared if you were seen.

And now I’m the anonymous DM-sending weirdo who cries while drinking tea instead of scrolling.

You too wake up alone? Comment below — or just whisper to the glass again. #SilenceWoreAKimono

She wasn’t posing for likes. She wasn’t waiting for applause. She was just… there.

Twenty minutes of silent tea.

No filter. No caption.

Just lace as armor.

And somehow—the world asked her to speak louder…

So she sat down.

What’s your version of stillness? (P.S. I cried when my cat stared at me too.)

Okay, so I’ve been ‘wellnessing’ my way through life like it’s a TikTok challenge—yoga at dawn, kale smoothies that look like abstract art… But then I saw this pink bath ritual and realized: I don’t need to perform calm—I just need to be.

Turns out the most radical thing you can do is sit still while your body remembers what peace feels like. No filters. No audience.

Also: pink isn’t sweet—it’s survival wear for women who’ve cried silently into their pillows since puberty.

P.S. If you’re tired of being ‘fine,’ try turning off your phone and soaking in silence for 20 minutes. You’ll thank me later (or not—either way, no one’s watching).