I’ve been reading your work for nearly a decade, followed from Facebook and have your Open Randomly book (which I still open randomly). I have always related to your writing. Thank you for putting words to my thoughts and feelings, and especially for this inspiring piece…As always, it radiates vulnerability and TRUTH! So many of us share…
I’ve been reading your work for nearly a decade, followed from Facebook and have your Open Randomly book (which I still open randomly). I have always related to your writing. Thank you for putting words to my thoughts and feelings, and especially for this inspiring piece…As always, it radiates vulnerability and TRUTH! So many of us share similar stories growing up girl and becoming a woman. It can become more infuriating when you hear you’re not alone in your experiences…it stokes the fire, creating more energy…..which is why it’s essential we keep sharing our experiences as they give others strength and build hope …. I hope that your words move others to find the courage to speak up and take action! Enough is enough!
Working to transmute all the decades of stuffed rage into courage to change shit right alongside you!!
For whatever reason, yours was the first comment I saw (I think I saw your restack), and I can't tell you what it meant to me. This was by far the most enraged essay I've written, and I still have that deeply ingrained thing I've been working through for years. It's that good girl garbage. Good girls aren't angry - but you know what? Good girls then get migraines and eating disorders, and maybe try this - do better and then girls and women won't be feeling so much rage. So I've been slowly rewiring that programming for a decade or more, and obviously long ago realized repressed rage makes you sick, but even now I have to fight myself, because how much is too much? Like, is it okay to really unleash it? And now the stakes feel so high, and also I'm 53 and are we STILL having these fucked up conversations about whether women are valuable if they don't have kids??? Like really? So I just said fuck it, I'm doing it, but I was still scared. And your comments were just the perfect thing. I totally relaxed and I got a little teary, and I thought, well, there's that. Even if that's the only good comment I get, that's enough, I'm good. So thank you, seriously. SO much. And lots of love. We'll just keep marching forward together xx
I’ve been reading your work for nearly a decade, followed from Facebook and have your Open Randomly book (which I still open randomly). I have always related to your writing. Thank you for putting words to my thoughts and feelings, and especially for this inspiring piece…As always, it radiates vulnerability and TRUTH! So many of us share similar stories growing up girl and becoming a woman. It can become more infuriating when you hear you’re not alone in your experiences…it stokes the fire, creating more energy…..which is why it’s essential we keep sharing our experiences as they give others strength and build hope …. I hope that your words move others to find the courage to speak up and take action! Enough is enough!
Working to transmute all the decades of stuffed rage into courage to change shit right alongside you!!
✨K
For whatever reason, yours was the first comment I saw (I think I saw your restack), and I can't tell you what it meant to me. This was by far the most enraged essay I've written, and I still have that deeply ingrained thing I've been working through for years. It's that good girl garbage. Good girls aren't angry - but you know what? Good girls then get migraines and eating disorders, and maybe try this - do better and then girls and women won't be feeling so much rage. So I've been slowly rewiring that programming for a decade or more, and obviously long ago realized repressed rage makes you sick, but even now I have to fight myself, because how much is too much? Like, is it okay to really unleash it? And now the stakes feel so high, and also I'm 53 and are we STILL having these fucked up conversations about whether women are valuable if they don't have kids??? Like really? So I just said fuck it, I'm doing it, but I was still scared. And your comments were just the perfect thing. I totally relaxed and I got a little teary, and I thought, well, there's that. Even if that's the only good comment I get, that's enough, I'm good. So thank you, seriously. SO much. And lots of love. We'll just keep marching forward together xx