ZOLA'S STORY
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Zola walked with her head held high, her oversized shades reflecting the golden sunlight. She wasn’t the type to fade into the background—never had been, never would be. The deep purple of her headwrap contrasted boldly against the vibrant orange sky, while her colorful, patterned robe told a story of heritage and freedom. Each step she took was filled with purpose, her gold earrings swaying with the rhythm of her confidence.
People used to tell her to tone it down, to be “less.” But Zola had learned to embrace every part of herself—her vibrancy, her boldness, her unapologetic spirit. The world wasn’t too big for her. If anything, it wasn’t big enough.
As she tilted her head back to feel the sun kiss her skin, she smiled, knowing she was exactly who she was meant to be. Bold, beautiful, and fiercely free. Zola wasn’t living for anyone else’s expectations. She was living for herself, and she made no apologies for it.