WHAT THE SKIN REMEMBERS

Snakes shed their skin not because it was wrong, but because they have outgrown what once held them.

Maybe we do too.

We leave behind identities, relationships, beliefs, homes, dreams, and entire versions of ourselves. But becoming doesn’t require us to pretend they never belonged to us.

Some skins are meant to be shed.

Some deserve to be mourned.

Some leave their shape in us long after they’re gone.

This piece is for the strange territory between who you were and who you are becoming—for remembering that transformation doesn’t always mean leaving the old self behind. Sometimes it means carrying her differently.

You are allowed to outgrow what once fit you.

You are allowed to honour the skin anyway.