The Gospel of the Bhessy: Why Women’s Circles Still Matter (Especially for the Wild Ones)

There’s a word I’ve been playing with lately: bhessy. She’s the archetype of “bestie,” but with teeth and tenderness. A bhessy is the kind of friend who will hold your hair back and your truth forward. She’ll call you on your bullshit, then braid your hair while you cry about it.

Because in the world we live in — where we’re supposed to be self-sufficient, emotionally contained, and camera-ready — we forget something ancient: Healing has a communal element. Selfcare was never meant to be solitary confinement.

🌙 The Circle Is the Container

A women’s circle isn’t just a bunch of people sitting cross-legged and passing sage smoke. It’s the oldest technology of belonging. It’s what our grandmothers did before Wi-Fi — gather, witness, laugh until tears ran into the soup.

In the circle, you don’t have to be good. You just have to be real.

The woman who’s grieving sits next to the one who’s giggling, and somehow, both are medicine for the other. Because emotions are like weather —they need a sky big enough to let them move.

💋 The Bhessy Code

Let me tell you what a bhessy means for me.

She’s the one who:

• Sends you a meme and a moon prayer in the same breath.

• Knows your “I’m fine” face and won’t let you get away with it.

• Doesn’t flinch when you say, “I’m falling apart.”

• Reminds you that “falling apart” is just your soul stretching its wings.

  
  

  A bhessy doesn’t fix you — she mirrors you. She lights the candle so you see yourself more clearly.That’s what a women’s circle does at scale: a gathering of bhessies-in-training, all learning the sacred art of witnessing without rescuing.

🔥 Why We Still Need the Circle

Because modern life is a shapeshifter —we’re always performing, producing, perfecting. But in the circle, there’s no competition. No filter. No hierarchy.

Just a hum of honest breath. A place to bring your rage and your radiance, your grief and your glitter, and know that every version of you belongs.

That belonging is not sentimental — it’s radical. Because when women gather in truth, the patriarchy gets nervous and life gets a new shape-to-shift.

🌹 Badassitude as a Love Language

“Badass” isn’t just swagger. It’s spiritual stamina.It’s the kind of love that can laugh in the middle of chaos and still pour tea for a friend.It’s a wild elegance, a devotion to showing up realer rather than smaller.

That’s what the Badassery Selfcare Circle is really about —a living, breathing bhessyhood.A space to practice the rituals that keep you rooted in your own rhythm. A reminder that you can be messy, mystical, and magnificent all at once.

Because when women gather with that kind of honesty? Mountains move. Hearts mend. And the world remembers how to feel again.

🕯️ Come Hangout With Us

If you’ve been craving that kind of friendship —the kind that feels like wild roots and open-wing courage, the kind that can hold your grief and your giggles in the same palm — then come join the Badassery Selfcare Circle. Adaptable Rituals. Infinite sisterhood. No perfection required — just your wildly human self.