It’s not just good genes.
When you’re forced to grow up too fast,
When you are carrying wounds before you even know what healing means,
sometimes your body holds on to youth,
because your soul was already doing the heavy lifting,
like it’s trying to return what life took too soon.
Not for vanity.
Not for show.
But as a kind of protection.
A way of saying, “You still deserve softness.”
You see it in people who’ve seen too much,too soon.
Their face carries a lightness their story doesn’t.
It’s not immaturity.
It’s not childishness.
It’s their body preserving a piece of what was taken too fast.
It’s not skincare.
It’s survival.
A quiet rebellion of the soul.
