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Echoes of the past

Author: Sovereign
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-17 14:00:23

POV: Silvia

It’s funny how full-circle moments come without fireworks.

They don’t announce themselves. No dramatic music. No slow-motion montage of your transformation. Just you, standing backstage with slightly trembling hands, wondering how the hell you got here without falling apart.

The luxury convention center smelled like citrus, lavender, and nerves. I was scheduled to speak at 2:15 PM on Panel B: Women in Power: Beauty and Business. I’d laughed when the invite first arrived, half-convinced it was a prank or an elaborate setup to put me in a room with the same women who once whispered behind my back.

But it was real.

The badge around my neck said so.

Silvia Moretti – Founder, Model, Advocate.

Three words. A whole damn journey.

I adjusted the mic clipped to my lapel and looked down at my cue cards. They were shaking slightly in my hand. Not enough to panic - but enough to remind me I still cared. That I wasn’t
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