I broke the doorframe again. I was feeling so proud after sparring—I finally landed a clean hit on Kiara’s guard—and I swelled up to my full height, grinning like an idiot. Then I tried to walk through the kitchen doorway to get some water and... crunch. Now my father is giving me that disappointed look, and I’ve shrunk back down so small I feel like I could hide in a teacup. It’s so frustrating. This body of mine feels like a stranger’s sometimes. One moment I’m powerful enough to shatter stone, the next I’m trembling because someone sighed at me. Does anyone else’s confidence literally change their body? I wish I could just... be steady. To not have my worth measured in centimeters and broken timber.