You are meant to live life leaving nothing on the table.
Not trying to squeeze your ribcage into the moth-eaten good girl corset.
Not biting down on your tongue to restrain your truth.
If you’re here, you’ve already spent years playing small, holding your breath, shape-shifting to belong and you’ve realised that it left life tasteless.
Your skin is getting tighter and more uncomfortable, and you’re feeling drawn to choose mouth-watering over bland.
You’re done. Ready to disrupt that narrative.
Ready to let your shadows be seen in broad daylight.
To devote yourself to incarnating your full expression and living each moment through the lens of no regrets.
If this gave you electric chills, welcome home.