Why I’ve stopped fake smiling.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the Mona Lisa - that iconic, mysterious face with no smile. Endlessly interpreted, never quite understood.

Silent. Still. Composed.

I realised… I’ve been doing the opposite. Smiling when I didn’t want to.

Out of politeness. Performance. Conditioning. It’s the good girl mask.

Be agreeable. Be nice. Be safe. But I’m done with that. I’m not a painting. I’m not here to be observed or decoded.

So I’ve stopped smiling when I don’t feel it. I’ve started choosing truth over performance.

Presence over pretence. Power over politeness.

And when you hear me laugh—know it’s real. Not a masterpiece of mystery, but a woman in her full, felt truth.

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