Theatre of Strength

She sits tall.
Composed.
Unapologetic.
Completely aware of being seen.

This piece is about visibility.

When you stop lowering your voice.
Stop burying your opinions.
Stop pretending not to care

That’s when you grow.

The ostrich has always been a symbol of hiding.
Head in the sand.
Avoid it. Ignore it. Shrink.

But here, the head is raised, and that white flag isn’t surrender.
It’s theatre.

There’s something strange about strength.
Sometimes it looks ridiculous before it looks powerful.