You can only stare at the apple for so long before the hunger for something real takes over. This piece isn't about the shame of the fall—it’s about the fierce, undeniable power of the aftermath. It’s for the women who walked through the fire, survived the venom, and came out glowing. Giving in to temptation broke the glass, but it also forced us to leave innocence behind for the messy, vibrant, chaotic truth of lived experience. The scars? They’re the map of our survival. The...
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