There are moments in childhood that don’t pass with time—they settle into the folds of you, like dust into fabric.
— Asra Amjad, Guilt in Gold - Women Empowerment Book
“because the love that stayed, through the silence and ache, through the nights no one else saw, was mine.”

“When others wore their bodies like they belonged in them, she was still tugging at sleeves, hiding knees, covering skin that felt too loud.”
