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They call us dolls when it benefits them. When we speak up, suddenly we’re “too much.” I just gave an honest answer in an interview about how I fight against the way some men reduce women to objects, to something sexual, to ornaments—because it’s something I’ve lived through more times than I can count. The backlash was really instant… and guess what? Almost every attack came from men. Which only proves the exact point I was making.

I’m grateful to women like Sonia Ferrer who speak up—not just for me, but for all of us. She reminded people of something simple: when a man shows his body, he’s strong, empowered, admired. But when a woman owns hers, she’s suddenly accused of asking for attention, of being the very thing we’re trying to break away from. So unfair.

It’s exhausting. But I won’t stop speaking. We aren’t dolls. We’re not yours to project fantasies onto. We are women, and we are allowed to exist on our own terms, fuck off.
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When you're in the hottest couple competition but your opponent is…

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Who knew that love could bloom in silence, like a dandelion swaying in soft defiance? Three moons have passed, and still we rise—tender, unrushed, beneath honest skies. You found me not when I was whole, but when the wind had scattered parts of my soul. And yet you stayed, gently collecting every piece, turning each into a rhythm, a quiet peace. So I let myself be soft in your light, your calm, your timing—and I’ll be your dandelion, blooming where you land me, my Zee.

So here’s to the calm that feels like fate, to the days we build and the nights we create. In the hush of you, I find my song, like petals dancing where hearts belong. We’ve made a garden out of time and chance, stitched with laughter, sealed by glance. Three months in, and it’s only the start—of choosing each other, heart after heart 𓇢𓆸
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Bubblegum Barbie

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Three months, it’s such a short time in the grand scheme of things, and yet…I can barely remember life before you anymore. Not because I’ve forgotten it, but because you have painted over it—bright, loud, soft, chaotic, real. And now, all I want is this version of life—the one with you in it.

You’re not just a chapter in my story, Ceyi. You’ve become the plot twist that changed everything. You’ve become the reason the words sound different when I speak about love now. You’ve taken the ordinary and wrapped it in warmth, wonder, and a kind of fire that only you could spark.

You are the soft that calms my storms.You are the fierce that reminds me what it means to feel everything all at once. You’re the type of love that doesn’t just hold my heart—it knows it.

So here’s to our first three months—a blink, and yet somehow everything. Thank you for loving me the way you do. For letting me love you, wildly and without pause. I can’t wait to write the rest of this love with you.

Always your Zee,
in every version of this life.
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