Querido diario , un día me miré al espejo
y no vi a la misma de siempre.
No sé si fueron las arrugas que contaban historias o los ojos que ya no buscaban permiso para brillar, pero algo en mí había cambiado.
Me quedé quieta, observándome, como quien descubre un secreto que siempre estuvo ahí pero nunca se atrevió a decir en voz alta.
Ese día, sin ceremonias ni discursos, descubrí mis alas. No eran invisibles eran la suma de cada decisión que tomé para ser libre, de cada “no” que dije sin culpa, de cada “sí” que pronuncié con el alma.
Eran mis ganas de caminar sin cadenas, de reír sin miedo, de vivir sin pedir permiso.
Descubrí que mis alas no eran nuevas, solo estaban ocultas bajo el peso de lo que alguna vez creí que debía ser.
Y al sentirlas, entendí que no hacía falta volar lejos, solo volar a mi manera, sin dar explicaciones.
Ese día, al fin, fui yo.
ENGLISH
Dear diary, one day I looked in the mirror and I didn't see the same old me. I don't know if it was the wrinkles that told stories or the eyes that no longer sought permission to shine, but something in me had changed. I stood still, watching myself, like someone who discovers a secret that was always there but never dared to say out loud.
That day, without ceremony or speeches, I discovered my wings. They were not invisible they were the sum of every decision I made to be free, of every “no” I said without guilt, of every “yes” I pronounced with my soul. They were my desire to walk without chains, to laugh without fear, to live without asking permission.
I discovered that my wings were not new, they were just hidden under the weight of what I once thought I was supposed to be. And when I felt them, I understood that I didn't need to fly far, just fly my way, without giving explanations.
That day, at last, I was me.
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