These days, some of us feel dizzy from all the ways people try to twist the truth. They sell us distortion as progress.They call confusion “compassio
These days, some of us feel dizzy from all the ways people try to twist the truth.
They sell us distortion as progress.
They call confusion “compassion.”
They ask us to question our eyes, our instincts, our stories.
All while reserving the sharpest scrutiny—not for power, not for violence, not for deception—but for us.
For women.
For Survivors.
For anyone brave enough to say:
“Wait. I see what’s going on here.”
The pressure is real.
They want you to feel uncertain about your beauty.
Ashamed of your instincts.
Embarrassed by your boundaries.
They tell you your voice is “too loud,” “too political,” or “too emotional.”
But the truth?
That voice is the one thing they’ve never been able to fully own.
It is your compass.
Your resistance.
Your inheritance.
So no—we will not be tricked into silence.
Not now. Not again. Not ever.
Below are affirmations for the woman who is waking up, refusing to be gaslit, and daring to speak. Let them strengthen you when the noise gets loud and the lies get clever.
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I see the game. And I refuse to play it blind.
No man, system, or story gets to tell me what’s real about my body. I know what’s mine.
My beauty doesn’t need permission, defense, or decoding. It just is.
They can keep the lies dressed up as “progress.” I choose truth dressed in wisdom.
Some things aren’t confusing—they’re just inconvenient to those who benefit from my silence.
I don’t argue with people trying to gaslight me out of my own reflection.
When they study me, judge me, and twist the narrative, I study them right back.
I no longer lower my voice to make anyone else feel more “real.”
Not every compliment is kind. Not every correction is wrong. I discern the difference.
I am not here to be compliant. I am here to be conscious.
My instincts are ancient, divine, and sharp. They don’t need modern approval.
I don’t need to be palatable. I need to be free.
Every time I stand up for myself, another woman somewhere exhales in relief.
The more they try to distort womanhood, the clearer I see its power.
I don’t give away my boundaries in exchange for fake belonging.
No more pretending not to notice what I definitely notice.
When truth knocks, I answer—even if I’m the only one who does.
I was not born to be manipulated into silence. I was born to speak storms into light.
The next generation will thank us for refusing to stay quiet in the face of polite lies.
Closing Message:
Beautiful truth-teller, let them call you loud.
Let them call you difficult.
Let them call you whatever they need to soothe their own discomfort.
Just don’t let them call you confused.
Because you’re not.
You’re clear.
You’re wise.
You’re done playing small.
And that clarity?
That’s what makes you dangerous to every lie that ever tried to control you.
