As soon as I was born, I was universally cherished, a tiny beacon of new life, hope, and possibility. Every gaze that fell upon me, from the doctors to strangers peeking into my crib, was filled with wonder and kindness. I was celebrated for simply being.
But as I grew up, I remained cherished only to those who already loved me. To the world at large, I was seen through the lens of my affiliations. My life, once universally adored, could now be admired, questioned, or even despised, based on factors beyond my control.
Could the world ever see me with the same unconditional regard and tenderness that was reserved for me as a newborn? Was it possible to value me for my intrinsic worth rather than the labels I acquired over time?