Here’s to the Annies. May they always know that their softness is their superpower, and their strength is their birthright.

You do not have to be "little orphan Annie" forever. You can be the architect. The CEO. The poet. The one who walks away from the table when respect is no longer being served.

Your name is a promise you didn't ask to make. The world expects you to be the sunshine. But you are allowed to be the rain, too. You are allowed to be the thunder.

The truth? The strongest Annies I know are not pushovers. They are quiet warriors. They have learned that kindness is a discipline, not a weakness. They say “no” with a smile that doesn’t apologize.