Badass Secrets: From Victim to Queen

Let’s get brutally honest: most of us are walking around like unpaid interns to our own damn lives.

Filling out invisible forms:

☑ “May I take a nap?”

☑ “Is it okay to eat dessert before dinner?”

☑ “Can I want sex AND solitude in the same week?”

As if some mythical grown-up with a clipboard is about to stamp DENIED in red ink. 🙄

Here’s the secret nobody tells you: you already are the permission slip. 

You’re the rubber stamp, the principal’s office, the goddess with the clipboard. The power to say yes or no to your own desire doesn’t come from your partner, your boss, or the goddamn Good Girl Police. It comes from you.

The Curse of “I Shouldn’t”

Every time you whisper, “I shouldn’t…” you’re basically shoving your desire into the back of a dark closet. You know, that same closet where unfinished New Year’s resolutions and dust bunnies go to die.

Here’s what actually happens:

• “I shouldn’t rest right now” = burnout with a side of rage.

• “I shouldn’t want that” = shame gremlin takes the wheel.

• “I shouldn’t eat that” = cue midnight snack sabotage.

  
  

Let’s be clear: “I shouldn’t” is not morality. It’s mental handcuffs."

Permission is a Wild Power

Self-care isn’t about green smoothies or the perfect morning routine. (Though hey, if smoothies turn you on, blend away, babe.) Self-care is about audacious permission.

💋 Permission to desire more.

💋 Permission to stop mid-task because your body said “enough.”

💋 Permission to swap yoga for dancing half-naked in your kitchen.

💋 Permission to want love, lust, laughter, and a goddamn nap—all in the same day.

That’s not indulgence. That’s authenticity.

The Secret Garden of Desire

Boundaries aren’t just about what we keep out—they’re about what we let in. When you say, “No, I don’t want to talk about taxes at 10 PM in bed,” you’re not rejecting your partner. You’re protecting the sacred garden where desire actually grows.

Boundaries = foreplay. Permission = ecstasy.

Your Invitation

So, Bhessy, here’s my challenge: today, write yourself an actual permission slip. Scribble it in bold ink. Make it ridiculous if you want.

• “Permission to ignore laundry and flirt with the moon.”

• “Permission to eat the last piece of cake without guilt.”

• “Permission to take up space, noise, and time.”

Stick it on your fridge. Or your bathroom mirror. Or hell, text it to your lover with a wink.

Because the truth is: you don’t need anyone else to grant you permission. You’ve had the stamp in your back pocket all along.

✨ Ready to swap ‘should-care’ for self-care that actually feeds your fire? 

Join the 3-Day Selfcare Challenge where we burn the rulebook and hand you the pen to write your own badass rituals.

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