Felicity Underwood: The Girl Who Touched the Stars ✨🚀

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed about the stars—even though the universe had other plans for her. 🌌💔

I was born and raised in a dusty little town, and the only escape from a life that felt too small was in the sky. My dad left when I was six, and my mom worked three jobs to feed us and keep the lights on. I spent hours laying on the roof of our trailer, staring into the constellations, and whispering to them like they were the only friends I had. The stars listened to me. The world didn’t.

When I was seventeen, I ran away—not because I was courageous, but because staying put felt like suffocating. I hitchhiked to the city with $87 to my name and a bag full of library books on astrophysics. I slept in bus stations, eaten gas station hotdogs for weeks, and cried more than I’ll ever admit. But I refused to let my past define my future. 💫

Now let's skip ahead through blood, sweat, and cosmic tears: I’m a Space Tourism Consultant, helping everyday people touch the extraordinary. I’ve danced in zero gravity, drank champagne on the edge of space, and laughed to the faces of every person who said I’d be nothing more than a broke girl with her head in the clouds. Joke's on them—I own the clouds now. ☁️🔥

I don’t have it all figured out. I have scars (both metaphorically and literally), a spicy habit of dating men who can’t handle my orbit 🚀💋, and a coffee habit that could fuel a rocket. But every day, I wake up, look in the mirror, and choose to shine. Because the universe didn’t break me—it made me.

To all the dreamers, the strugglers, the fighters—the those of us who look up when the rest of the world simple looks down. Let’s get lost in the stars, together! 🌠✨