They called her ugly before she even knew what beauty meant.
She collected books and papers before knowing how to read.
From the moment she cracked out of her egg, she was different. Taller. Too much. Different.
From the moment she held books in her hand, she couldn't remove her eyes from them.
She didn’t waddle like the other ducklings. She didn’t sound like them. She didn’t know how to move like them, so they taught her shame.
She didn't want a job like everyone, she didn't know her purpose from childhood, so they called her a lost case.
She started looking. Looking for a place to belong.
She tried to fit.
She tried to become invisible in every pond she passed. And still, the rejection followed her like a shadow.
She tried to look like everyone else, dress like them, think like everyone else.
Until one day—alone, she wandered around a river and saw her reflection.
Until one day, with her computer on her legs she started writing.
For the first time… she didn’t see the duckling. For the first time she looked at herself.
For the first time she felt like she belonged, for the first time she expressed herself. Truly.
The problem was never what she was. The problem was what she couldn’t see.
The problem was never her dreams. The problem was she didn't know how to achieve them.
She was never meant to belong in their barnyard. She was meant to glide across waters made for her wings.
She was never meant to fit in a caged world. She was meant to build worlds.
MY SHIFT
I’ve told many stories in this space.
I’ve changed directions, tried to fit lessons into boxes that weren’t mine.
And it meant something.
But something was still missing.
Until now.
Over time, something has been growing in me. A deeper clarity. A fire that wants to build a movement. A purpose I can no longer ignore:
I want to write stories. Share with billions of women around the world who never felt acknowledged or put as a main character.
To the who feel invisible through the stories that inspire them.
To the women who think they have to look a certain way, behave a certain way, think a certain way to be loved.
To the women who carry brilliance, strength, and softness in bodies and minds that this world refuses to understand.
To the women who’ve spent years looking for stories that spoke to them.
This is for you.
From now on, this space will be called: Inspirational Romance.
Because I believe everyone deserves love and to fall in love.
This space will be for:
– Revisited famous tales with female characters that feel real and relatable.
– My own fictional stories; I don't have a genre yet, but I like thrillers and fantasy.
You’ll get stories. Challenging. Honest. Real.
If you want to discover that part of me then I hope you’ll stay or subscribe.
If it’s not your path, I understand. You can unsubscribe below. No guilt. No pressure.
But I’m finally writing for the voice that has been roaring inside of me.
Because like the swan, I want you to see your reflection.
And know how precious you are.
Thank you for being part of my beginning.
Now it’s time to go deeper—into the pearl.
My first story is Rapunzel revisited to give a messy real woman with the similar struggles as the Disney character.
The title is Not a girl, Not yet a woman and the female lead will be called Raphael Mallory.
You can read the first chapter now
—Pearl