Sharpening My Blades with Joy

“They say the feminine needs to be softer. I say my feminine needs artisan perfume and hand-forged steel.”

All this noise telling women how to be anything except radically themselves.

‘Be softer.’ ‘Be wilder.’ ‘Be the bad girl.’ ‘Be the good girl.’

It’s paralysing bullshit.

My inner warrior isn’t here to survive anymore. She’s here to protect the softness, to guard the garden so the flowers can bloom louder than the war ever was.

She’s got a hard-on for creation, not cortisol. And right now she’s sharpening her blades with joy.”