I have a gift.
A quiet, unassuming power that strikes when the stakes are high and the eyeliner is sharp.
I can walk into chaos, heels clicking like war drums, and make it look like a runway.
Grief? I wear it with grace. Pressure? I accessorize it with pearls.
Give me a broken heart, a missed flight, a fashion emergency—I’ll still show up with a red lip and a backup plan.
But if we’re talking fantasy powers?
I’d want the ability to freeze time.
Not for world domination (though let’s be honest, I’d crush that too)—but to breathe.
To sip my latte while the world spins, to rest without guilt, to catch up without falling behind.
Imagine the power of a pause button in a world obsessed with hustle.
In a society that rewards burnout, I’d make stillness my superpower.
But until then?
I’ll just keep weaving resilience into my mascara wand, tucking magic into my to-do list, and letting the world wonder how I do it all without smudging.
Because the truth is…
My greatest secret skill?
I don’t just survive.
I glow through it.
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