Wool Goddess

Someone said to me today,

“I hope I don’t offend anyone.”

And without even thinking, I replied,

“F*ck them. Who even are they?”

I’ve spent a lot of time, like many of us do, trying to be palatable. Soft. Approachable. Kind. I became the peacekeeper, the pink fluffy, hippie-dippie, Zen queen. Radiating love and light even when my boundaries were being trampled on. Even when I was screaming inside to be heard, to be respected, to be seen.

And if I’m really honest?

My only real regrets in life are those times.

The times I dimmed my fire so I wouldn’t make anyone else uncomfortable.

The times I smiled sweetly when I should’ve bared my teeth.

The times I prioritised being “nice” over being true to myself.

Because here’s the truth:

I am love and light.

But I’m also a full-blown crank *Scouse Ma with a sharp tongue and a sharper gut instinct.

And there are people in this world who deserved to meet her.

Not the fluffy version of me. Not the muted, diluted, half-power me.

They deserved to meet the one who takes no shit, rolls her eyes like a weapon, and delivers truth like a sledgehammer in a sequin handbag.

For a period of my life, I saw that part of myself as something to hide. Something to tame.

But not anymore.

I wear my pink fluffy crown proudly, but I’ll no longer pretend there aren’t hissing snakes beneath it. Because those snakes? They protect me. They speak up. They snarl when someone tries to take what isn’t theirs. And they remind me that my softness does not mean submission.

So this is your permission slip, your reminder, your Sunday sermon:

F*ck what people think.

In fact; double f*ck them.

You weren’t put on this earth to be palatable.

You weren’t born to be beige.

You were born to be you, fully, unapologetically, gloriously you.

Speak your truth. Say the hard things. Set the boundary.

Let the people who can’t handle you fall away, and watch how you rise higher when you’re not bending yourself in half to fit in.

Living with the regret of not being yourself? That’s the real heartbreak.

So choose you. Every damn time.

And if someone’s offended by that?

They can take it up with the Scouse Ma.

Love & hugs

PS, A *Scouser is someone from Liverpool England