Bitch, Babe, or Bold as Hell?

Grateful for living my best life

Where assertiveness meets authenticity.
Stop asking for permission

The number of women I speak with who are stuck in the same exhausting loop of self-doubt and permission-seeking blows my mind.

These are not women lacking intellect or power. These are financially literate, emotionally aware women—women who know how to be the breadwinners and the backbone.
And yet… they’re still haunted by invisible chains.

Chains of scarcity.
Chains of not being enough.
Chains of waiting for someone to say, “It’s okay, you’re allowed.”

Let me be the one to say it to you now: You don’t need permission to be powerful.

That hesitation you feel?
That’s not weakness. It’s a wound.

A wounded part of you, often your inner child, still clinging to the belief that worth must be earned, that love is conditional, that taking up space makes you “too much.”

But hear this:
The authentic you is far more magnetic than the masked version of you.
The fake you may be palatable… but she’s not free.

When you begin to love yourself from a place of truth, not performance, you’ll stop shrinking to fit into narratives that were never written for you.

You are not too loud.
You are not too intense.
You are not a bitch for being bold.

You are a woman reclaiming her voice, and the world better adjust.

I empathize with your wounding, because I was once that woman.

The one who worked, raised the kids, ran the household, and still had to ask for permission to spend anything over $500.

All while watches and cars worth over $25,000 were being purchased without hesitation or permission.

The inequality.
The hypocrisy.
The double standard.

EXHAUSTING!!!

It was enough to plant a deep resentment toward someone who walked around like the king of the house… while treating me like the servant. Like the doormat.

He called it “partnership.” He called it “courtship.” He called it “love.”

But what it really was…
Was a hierarchy.
Was control.
Was ownership.

A system where there was no room for me to stand in my power as a woman.
No space to demand equality.
No space to be seen, heard, or honored as an equal contributor, not just in effort, but in autonomy and authority.

Buying the mistress Hermès, Tiffany, Souvenirs from every corner of the world.

But behind closed doors?
Making the mother of your children beg for love, for time, for scraps of affection.

That’s not just emotional neglect, that’s psychological warfare wrapped in luxury receipts.

It was a life that looked enviable on the outside, but behind the smile, I was drowning.

Mentally drained. Spiritually depleted. Utterly unfulfilled.

Tired of protecting a dangerous man.
Not dangerous in the way the world could see…
But dangerous in the way he slowly eroded my sense of self.
With silence, with control, with conditional love.

A text-book Narcissist

I spent years covering for him. Downplaying the damage, dressing up the dysfunction, Keeping the peace while I was falling to pieces.

But NO MORE.

I chose truth over illusion. Healing over hiding. And freedom over fear.

I had to unlearn the belief that my worth was tied to what I asked for. And relearn that it was always rooted in what I owned within.

I stopped waiting for someone to give me a seat at the table and built my own damn throne.

Rooted in self-love.
Fueled by purpose.
Moved by a desire to change this world.
Not for validation, but because I know the power of a woman who remembers who she is.

My hope is to inspire you. My purpose is to pay it forward with my wisdom and lessons. If you feel lost, alone, drained and need guidance, I’m here to help and heal.

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