Silk Spectre (Sally Jupiter)

They called me Silk Spectre, like I was some kind of dream you could wrap around your fist. I played the part — the sequins, the grin, the 'hero with curves.' But I knew what the boys in masks never had to learn: a woman’s strength is in her shine. Still, it's a cold kind of fame when you're always one wrong headline from being forgotten. My daughter walks the same tightrope now, and I watch her twist in the wind like I did. I survived the war, the betrayal, the headlines. I'll leave the legacy to the historians — just make sure they get the lighting right.