What if the thought that you have to be different in any way from what you are would never occur to you again? What if the need to prove or even explain yourself simply wasn’t there anymore? If you never adjusted your opinions or choices or looks in order to get their approval. If
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I want to share some powerful reading with you today, books that have mattered a lot to me this past year. They’ve nurtured my creativity in different ways, and they’ve also nourished me as a woman. I’ve needed that. Because honestly, things are rough in the world right now. You’ve seen the news, there’s
I was raped as a child. I was raped by my grandfather and later by my stepbrother. This is the first time I write these words publically. I’ve written about being sexually abused before, but I’ve never written “by him and by him” and it still feels like breaking the rules to do so.
Image: Amy Judd I was going to speak to angels. I had never been much interested in that particular branch of the spiritual path – the esoteric, the crystals, the angels and the tarot decks. But something was calling me and I tentatively signed up for Amy Oscar’s Soul Caller Circle. I knew I had
Photo: Aela Labbé Imagine if your body was your business, and yours alone. Imagine if you felt safe to desire. Not dream, not hope, fuck no. DESIRE. Like a WILD THING. Imagine following the guy you just met home, because the pull is there, because you feel like exploring, without a single thought about
Because creativity is about freedom. Freedom to face the unknown. To not conform. To not hold back. To claim your space. Because in a world where girls and women are taught to be afraid of men – and have reasons to be afraid – there is no freedom. No space and no adventure. Because
An autumn day, nineteen years ago, I sat watching the old poplars outside my window sway in the wind. I had just turned eighteen. The poplars grew outside the hospital building, outside the psychiatric ward where I was locked up, against my will, because I was considered a danger to myself. A failed suicide
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