If you are trapped by this good girl ideal, know that she is not a real woman, but a caged hound. Know there is a way to be free, to reclaim who you are.
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I get it, believe me. I too have fallen, more than once in my younger years, for the alluring language of multi-level marketing (MLM). The too-eloquent promises of enigmatic abundance, limitless opportunity, and financial freedom are hard to ignore; they weasel into the parts of your psyche ...
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...