07/07/2025
💫 I have a confession.
I used to judge the whole goddess vibe.
The flower crowns. The flowing dresses. The come-worship-me energy. The “I am a goddess, you are a mere mortal” attitude I thought I was seeing.
I labeled it all as superficial, princessy, or just another flavor of spiritual bypassing. I rolled my eyes at what I perceived as love-and-light toxicity. I decided that if that was what feminine power looked like, I wanted no part of it.
So I stayed in the dark. I wrapped myself in shadows, convinced that only there could I find something real, something honest. I rejected anything soft or radiant in me because I equated it with emptiness, with performance, with insincerity.
But here’s what I’ve come to understand:
When we dismiss the light, we cut ourselves off from a vital part of who we are. When we cling only to the dark, we deny the full spectrum of our own expression.
I believed that wholeness meant staying in the underworld, forever excavating pain. But wholeness is also the beauty that blooms when we let ourselves be seen in our softness, our joy, our sensuality, our radiance.
It’s not about pretending everything is perfect. It’s about allowing all of it. The light and the dark. The tears and the laughter. The grounded and the ethereal.
If you’ve ever felt yourself judging other women for how they embody their feminine essence. if you’ve ever felt separate or cynical, know you’re not alone. And also know that it’s safe to open your heart again.
✨ We don’t have to do it alone. We can come together in sisterhood that is real, humble, and alive. A space where no woman is put on a pedestal and no woman is left in the shadows.
🌿 If you’re ready to reclaim all parts of yourself—the fierce, the tender, the playful, the divine—I see you. Let’s rise together, without shame, without comparison, and without apology.
If this resonates, share this message with a sister who might need the reminder. Or drop a comment and let’s connect in this space of truth and reclamation. 💖
