Your heart is a wild woman; let her live fully in the knowledge that she is beautiful. Let her know that she is enough, existing as she is in this moment in time -- a reflection of the stars themselves. She holds the power and the perfection of the Universe inside of her. It is a perfection ...
How frequently and how tragically does the wounded feminine whore herself for the wounded masculine, giving over entirely to the illusion of acceptance, comfort, and consistency from the patriarchy.
It’s perfectly okay to defy societal convention. I actually encourage it. But know what you’re up against and be prepared for the difficulty that can sometimes come with it. Our culture only tolerates rebels to a degree. Once you’ve crossed that line, you’re in tricky territory. This isn’t to ...
My hands were drenched in the fluids of my mother’s broken body, while my mind was further tortured by the twisted funhouse world of my grandmother’s creation. I was in the center of toxicity without a hazmat suit.
We’ve all messed up. We’ve all failed. We may not all have the same stories, but we all have backpacks. This journey has helped me to be thankful for my backpack. To be thankful for the tears and the hardships and the challenges.