I used to think in order to be worthy, I had to be “good.”⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣And for a little girl who dreamed big dreams,⁣⁣⁣

And had wild hair,⁣⁣⁣

And an untamed mouth,⁣⁣⁣

The idea of being 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 felt stifling.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.⁣⁣⁣

𝘚𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.⁣⁣⁣

𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥.⁣⁣⁣

𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣Better yet— 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣And as a college student who lost her dad,⁣⁣⁣

Had a habit of binge drinking,⁣⁣⁣

And a love of self loathing,⁣⁣⁣

The fact that I couldn’t be 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 felt shameful.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘴.⁣⁣⁣

𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘺𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.⁣⁣⁣

𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺,⁣⁣⁣

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣Better yet— 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣I carried shame around like a heavy coat—⁣⁣⁣

An armor from intimacy,⁣⁣⁣

A cloak of my brilliance.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣For years, I believed it was me that was broken,⁣⁣⁣

And not the system that sold us our insignificance.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣In my adult years, the disapproval was subtle,⁣⁣⁣

Disguised as concern,⁣⁣⁣

Or just inconvenient truths.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘰𝘣.⁣⁣⁣

𝘐𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?⁣⁣⁣

𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣It wasn’t until I chose to claim all of myself,⁣⁣⁣

To share my story,⁣⁣⁣

And declare my truth,⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣That I felt free to be unapologetically me,⁣⁣⁣

And I want that freedom for you, too.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣If you want to be great,⁣⁣⁣

Don’t strive to be 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣Instead — push the limits,⁣⁣⁣

And your limitations you’ll lose.

⁣⁣⁣I’m dedicating this to the divine feminine,⁣⁣⁣

To the wild woman,⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣To you.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣So join me, in our reclamation.⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣Let’s rewrite the narrative,⁣⁣⁣

Let’s reclaim our wisdom,⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣And let’s watch the paradigms burn.