I Am Strong I Am Invincible I Am Woman Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How about you? Don't you want to stop? After all, this is just because of your dream. My child, you're a strong woman. You don't need a man. You don't have to make your own weakness. You are powerful on your own. You don't need a family." "What?" I suddenly consider slapping him but that might convince him to withdraw his blessing. "I know I'm a strong woman... but I'm not a martyr. The common definition is exaggerated. And I define mine. Yes, I'm a strong woman because I know how it felt to be weak. I'm not rising consistently, I do fall sometimes. I'm not doing this for myself. I'm doing this for the people I love and because they are my strength too, and I know I can do it for them becau

I screamed. I turned to face him and he smiled. “You don’t need anyone to lower the bar for you.” “I DON’T NEED ANYONE TO LOWER THE BAR FOR ME.” “You’re strong and phenomenal.” “I’M SO STRONG AND PHENOMENAL.” “You don’t need fixing. You’re a super woman.” “I DON’T NEED FIXING. I’M A SUPERWOMAN. ANDRO’S IRON LADY.” He burst into laughter. “Yeah, Iron lady in a good way.”

Then she looks at me, direct and steady, and says: "Nothing you're not willing to freely give." The room doesn't move. But something inside me does. . . something foundational, something I'd built my entire understanding of strength around . . . and I realize, sitting here in the low light beside this woman made of silver and survived suffering, that those seven words are the most terrifying thing anyone has ever asked of me.

"Better than you know yourself." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I can give you tonight." Frustration rose in her chest, hot and sudden. "People say you've killed thousands. They say you're cursed. They say you cannot die, and I saw the number above your head today, and it said zero, and you're still standing here as if that means nothing at all." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word. "What are you?"

"How...how do you know my name? Why are you following me?" "I overhead your friends use it. Now, listen to me. They are watching you. You need to come with me." "Who is watching me? What does that even mean? Like Hell I would come with you. Get off! I can't breathe!" "I can't tell you. It is not permitted. Just trust me. A particular group of powerful people are looking for you, and they intend to take you. Come with me, and I will be certain you are safe." I relax beneath him and he allows me to roll, facing him. I wait for his guard to drop before I knee him in his stomach and jolt from beneath him. I shift, no longer caring about my clothing as I pump my legs harder than I ever have befor

"I'm so scared." "Don't be." I held her shoulders. "You're the strongest woman I've ever met. I trust you can handle this. You've got this Kaitlyn, don't let some psycho tell you who you are. You are who you believe yourself to be. You are strong, brave, courageous and you are more than this. You have a power in you that no one can be able to stand up to. You may be different, but you're special and unique in every way. The good in your heart makes you unique in every way. Never ever forget that." I said and kissed her forehead.

The trauma had far too much of an effect on her, especially after being penetrated by multiple men. "Hello Dear, I hope you can hear me even if you can't see or know who I am," I intertwined our fingers. I want you to be strong and fight this because I know you can. Your mother was the strongest woman I'd ever met; even at her age, she was unbreakable. I'm sure you, like me, have a lot of goals to achieve. So go toe-to-toe with your enemies and defeat them. "I'm confident you can do it." My eyes were welling up with tears, I realized.

I want to thank every person in this room who stood with us, who chose to invest in more than a business, who chose to invest in hope. And to every young woman watching tonight, or even hearing about this tomorrow, I want to say this: You don’t have to be loud to be strong. You don’t have to be perfect to be worthy. Sometimes, standing in a room full of power and knowing your worth, that’s enough. Thank you for believing in us. Thank you for believing in me. And thank you for reminding me that even when everything falls apart, there’s still a way forward. Have a wonderful evening.”

“I’ll never be like you! You’re just a cold-hearted and hateful woman. I’ll never be that. Never!” She smiled cruelly. “Believe that if you want. You’re just a worthless pile of bones with a weak soul.” She snapped her fingers, and I felt the barrier disappear from around them. She left the room laughing coldly. No! I am strong. I have endured all of her hateful attempts to end my existence. I have persisted in growing as a person and I will continue to thrive as long as I have the love of the people I care about. I won’t let you win mother.

“But what if….” “No what-ifs,” Marcus said firmly. “You want to overcome doubt? Then stop giving it room in your head. Stop letting it rent space. Because you're strong and worthy. You are the Luna your children need, the warrior the prophecy requires, and the woman who survived the impossible. Say it.” “Marcus….” “Say it,” he commanded. “Out loud. ‘I am strong. I am worthy.’ Say it like you mean it.” I took a breath. “I am strong. I am worthy.”