Ever felt like your opinions were swallowed mid-sentence?
Like your feelings queued politely,
but were never invited into the room?
This is for you.
You don’t lack a voice.
You were just taught to whisper
in rooms that reward echoes.
Society claps for silence,
labels passion as “too much,”
and calls honesty “attitude.”
So we shrink.
We soften.
We apologize for our fire.
But listen,
a roar is not rude.
A roar is survival.
Expression is not about shouting louder;
it’s about standing firmer.
It’s about naming your truth
even when your hands tremble.
Especially then.
Speak without rehearsing your worth.
Feel without editing your emotions for comfort.
Disagree without guilt.
Cry without explanation.
Laugh without permission.
Your voice doesn’t need validation
to be valid.
Your feelings don’t need consensus
to exist.
Some will flinch when you roar—
that doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
It means they were used to your silence.
So open your chest.
Breathe deeply.
Let your words come out unpolished,
unapproved,
unafraid.
Because the world doesn’t need another echo.
It needs you,
heard, whole, and roaring.
