Strength in Stillness. The Milk Cloaks My Skin, But Nothing Hides The Fire Beneath


Strength in Stillness. The Milk Cloaks My Skin, But Nothing Hides The Fire Beneath


In the silence of the water, I found a version of myself untouched by noise — raw, present, unmasked. The milk didn’t soften me; it revealed the contrast. Strength isn’t always about force. Sometimes, it’s about stillness. About knowing who you are when there’s nothing left to prove. This is masculinity redefined — fluid, grounded, unapologetically quiet

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