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I grew up inside a system designed to limit me. Not in an abstract, structural sense — in the lived, daily, suffocating sense. By the time I was ten years old, I was already questioning the story I had been handed: that my highest aspiration was marriage, that my role in the economy was peripheral, that the world of wealth, power, and ideas was simply not mine to inhabit. That early defiance became a quiet compass. For years, I was drawn — almost unconsciously — toward anything that built women up. I didn’t have the language for it then. I just knew that financial dependence was one of
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I grew up inside a system designed to limit me. Not in an abstract, structural sense — in the lived, daily, suffocating sense. By the time I was ten years old, I was already questioning the story I had been handed: that my highest aspiration was marriage, that my role in the economy was peripheral, that the world of wealth, power, and ideas was simply not mine to inhabit. That early defiance became a quiet compass. For years, I was drawn — almost unconsciously — toward anything that built women up. I didn’t have the language for it then. I just knew that financial dependence was one of
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