
06/05/2025
She’s Not Ugly
She’s Just Tired of Your Fu***ng Bu****it
Let me say something most men don’t wanna fu***ng hear:
If your woman’s lost her spark,
If she looks tired all the time,
gained weight,
stopped dressing up,
walks around like her soul’s been evicted…
It’s not always menopause.
It’s not always age.
It’s not fu***ng laziness.
Sometimes it’s you.
Yes. You.
Sometimes her body is screaming what she’s too afraid or exhausted to say:
“I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel chosen. I don’t feel seen.”
You wanna know how well a man loves his woman?
Look at her.
Look at her face.
Her eyes.
Her posture.
Look at how she walks into a room, - does she radiate?
Does she move like she owns the space?
Or does she shrink?
Carry heaviness in her hips and shoulders
Walk around like her nervous system is bracing for impact?
Don’t lie to yourself.
If you treat her like your maid, your therapist, your emotional punching bag,
Don’t be surprised when the light in her eyes fu***ng disappears.
She didn’t just “let herself go.”
She got tired.
Tired of being last.
Tired of asking for crumbs.
Tired of being touched only when you’re h***y, not when she’s hurting.
Tired of carrying your weight and hers,
then being called “too much” when she dares to ask for help.
You can’t feed a woman neglect and expect her to glow.
You can’t starve her emotionally and wonder why she shut down sexually.
You can’t give more energy to your group chat than your woman and expect her to bloom.
Lets be fu***ng real here:
You’re either pouring love into her… or draining the life out of her.
You’re either nurturing her soul… or leaving it to dry out and crack.
You’re either making her feel chosen… or watching her vanish in slow motion.
You’re either fueling her fire… or suffocating it with your silence.
You’re either building a sanctuary… or turning her into a ghost inside her own home.
You don’t have to be rich.
You don’t have to be a poet.
You just have to give a f**k.
Put down your pride.
Put down your phone.
Put down your fu***ng excuses and show the f**k up.
Rub her shoulders without being asked.
Hold her when she’s distant instead of punishing her for protecting herself.
Tell her she’s beautiful when she’s bloated and in sweatpants.
Show the f**k up with presence… or slowly make her invisible.
Because here’s the brutal truth:
If you keep treating her like an afterthought,
Don’t be shocked when she stops being your fantasy.
And doesn’t give a single s**t about trying to be.
She’s not ugly.
She’s unloved.
And the world can see it,
Even if you’re too checked out to notice.
So ask yourself:
Are you giving her something to rise with…
or making her rot while calling it “just a phase”?
Because she’s not fading for no reason.
She’s not “too sensitive” or “too much.”
She’s surviving you.
And if you keep confusing neglect with normal,
don’t act surprised when one day-
she’s gone.
Not in anger.
Not in a scream.
Just gone.
Quietly.
And the ghost you’ll be left with?
That’s the version of her you created.
So ask yourself:
“Are you loving her into radiance… or dimming her light until she disappears?
Because one gives you the woman of your dreams.
The other leaves you sleeping next to the ghost you created.
Choose.
Every. Fu***ng. Day.
Noah David
Zen Prem