The Story Behind This Song
Every woman knows that mirror. The one that tells you you're not pretty enough. Not thin enough. Too many wrinkles. Not enough Botox. Exhausted from the kids. Bags under your eyes. Roots showing. Stomach not flat enough. Arms too soft. And you stand there tearing yourself apart before 7 AM like it's a morning ritual.
This song is the moment you stop. Crown straight. Head high. Every scar is a story. Every curve is a crown. No filter can fake what the good Lord designed. You were fearfully made — and that light can't be crushed, dimmed, or filtered out.
Rise up, queens of grace and gold. You're just peachy. And you're on fire.
Be the first one around the fire.