They say I was born lucky,pretty, quiet, obedient.
I learned early that smiles are currency. That silence can be a love language.
Daddy said I was his world. But only when I stayed small. Only when I didn’t ask too many questions.
I was the good girl.
The safe girl.
The showpiece.
But I heard everything.
Every raised voice, every unfinished sentence, every slammed door in the middle of the night.
So I learned to fold. To shrink. To shine when it was safe.
Now I wear my softness like armor. I sweeten my scars with glitter and gloss.
This art isn’t rebellion it’s truth.
“Daddy’s Girl” is not about being loved.
It’s about what’s left when love becomes control.
It’s the good girl unlearning silence.
