It’s MY Turn (And I’m taking the Damn Mic)

For YEARS, I’ve poured everything I had into everyone else.

THEIR CHOAS. THEIR NEEDS. THEIR DREAMS. THEIR DAMN EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE.

I became the fixer, the helper, the background hero- and somehow, along the way, I forgot I had my own life to live.

Let me be crystal clear: I’m not bitter… I’M FINALLY AWAKE.

Because somewhere between wiping noses, butts, (in one way or another) holding space, holding back tears, I realized – I never gave myself permission to take up space.

To be LOUD. To be SEEN. But now… oh sweet cheeks, it’s my turn.

And if reclaiming my time, my energy, and self-worth makes me a BITCH…

WELL then hand me a crown, and a box of extras for the ladies who can proclaim this:

B– Beautiful

I-Inspired

T-Talented

C-Caring

H-Healer

I’ll own it! Every BOLD

BRILLIANT

Piece of it!

And to the critics, the haters, the peanut gallery of passive-aggressiveness? They can B-I-T-C-H right

B-Back I-Into T-The C-Crotch H-Hole they came from.

mic drop

This blog isn’t for people who want sugarcoated self-help and fake positivity. It’s for the women who are finally choosing themselves after a lifetime of being last. For the ones who are done dimming their light to keep the peace. For the ones rising- messy, real, powerful.

Because when you stop apologizing for existing, for being too much, too intense…. THAT is when your real magic starts!

So go ahead…

TAKE THE DAMN MIC