There is a self the world has shaped for you — polished, adjusted, acceptable. And there is the self that has been quietly waiting beneath it, untouched by expectation. Authenticity is not a single act, but a continual choosing to return to that truer place. It is the gentle unpeeling of masks, the refusal to barter your truth for belonging. Each day, you begin again. Each day, you loosen your grip on who you were told to be and step, bare and unarmored, into who you are. Today, give yourself permission to be seen in your whole, imperfect beauty.