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In seventh grade, my body was no longer mine. I moved to a new school with a bust I didn’t ask for and a softness that hadn’t yet hardened. The “popular boys” saw me first. The “popular girls” saw that they saw me. And suddenly I was in the middle of a system I didn’t even know I had signed up for. He was on the football team. We “dated.” He touched me. And I thought that meant something sacred had been exchanged. But on Monday, I was the subject of whispers. And then jokes. And then mockery. He mocked the parts of me that were real— My style, my depth, my spirit. That was the day I learned: They wanted my body, not my truth. So I silenced one and put the other on display. That was the birth of self-seggsualization. And the death of being felt. I carried that into adulthood. Dated a man who watched p🪦rn in front of me and scheduled our intimacy like clockwork. Every 2.5 days, or I was failing him. So I made a deal: If I’m giving you access, I want something in return. A Louis Vuitton every month. I sold myself to survive. And when I had enough, I sold it all to leave. But the real shift came in Costa Rica. I sat at a café and caught myself scanning— not for soul, but for suitors. Men I could mold. Men I could measure. Men I could maybe mean something to. I realized I was still in the loop. Still seggsualizing others, still objectifying myself. Still trading energy before I ever chose intimacy with myself. So I stopped. Celibacy wasn’t a trend. It was my initiation. Deseggsualization wasn’t rejection. It was resurrection. And the moment I did, Everything changed. The farm came. My path to motherhood opened. My soul sat back on the throne. I have not had seggs since the day my daughter was born. 20 months of purification. 20 months of sealing the field. 20 months of being fully mine again. So now I want to know: Where are you in this? Where did you first trade your truth for touch? When did you stop being seen? Are you ready to be yours again? Let’s talk about it. Let’s heal together. “When you call your energy home, it doesn’t return quietly. It roars back with everything you forgot you were.” — The Shadow Work Bible, Chapter 17: Reframing Manifestation: From Longing to Actualization 🔗 in my bio #celibacy #purifyingmybody #purificationprocess #healingfromtrauma
In seventh grade, my body was no longer mine. I moved to a new school with a bust I didn’t ask for and a softness that hadn’t yet hardened. The “popular boys” saw me first. The “popular girls” saw that they saw me. And suddenly I was in the middle of a system I didn’t even know I had signed up for. He was on the football team. We “dated.” He touched me. And I thought that meant something sacred had been exchanged. But on Monday, I was the subject of whispers. And then jokes. And then mockery. He mocked the parts of me that were real— My style, my depth, my spirit. That was the day I learned: They wanted my body, not my truth. So I silenced one and put the other on display. That was the birth of self-seggsualization. And the death of being felt. I carried that into adulthood. Dated a man who watched p🪦rn in front of me and scheduled our intimacy like clockwork. Every 2.5 days, or I was failing him. So I made a deal: If I’m giving you access, I want something in return. A Louis Vuitton every month. I sold myself to survive. And when I had enough, I sold it all to leave. But the real shift came in Costa Rica. I sat at a café and caught myself scanning— not for soul, but for suitors. Men I could mold. Men I could measure. Men I could maybe mean something to. I realized I was still in the loop. Still seggsualizing others, still objectifying myself. Still trading energy before I ever chose intimacy with myself. So I stopped. Celibacy wasn’t a trend. It was my initiation. Deseggsualization wasn’t rejection. It was resurrection. And the moment I did, Everything changed. The farm came. My path to motherhood opened. My soul sat back on the throne. I have not had seggs since the day my daughter was born. 20 months of purification. 20 months of sealing the field. 20 months of being fully mine again. So now I want to know: Where are you in this? Where did you first trade your truth for touch? When did you stop being seen? Are you ready to be yours again? Let’s talk about it. Let’s heal together. “When you call your energy home, it doesn’t return quietly. It roars back with everything you forgot you were.” — The Shadow Work Bible, Chapter 17: Reframing Manifestation: From Longing to Actualization 🔗 in my bio #celibacy #purifyingmybody #purificationprocess #healingfromtrauma
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In the 10th century, they’d stick pins in candles—when the wax melted, the pins dropped and made noise. To snooze? You had to pinch the flame. 😳💀 Tag the friend who sleeps through 12 alarms. #weirdhistory #funfact #beforealarmclocks #DidYouKnow #throwbacktech #historyfacts #alarmclockhack #morningstruggles #relatablecontent #wakeupcall
In the 10th century, they’d stick pins in candles—when the wax melted, the pins dropped and made noise. To snooze? You had to pinch the flame. 😳💀 Tag the friend who sleeps through 12 alarms. #weirdhistory #funfact #beforealarmclocks #DidYouKnow #throwbacktech #historyfacts #alarmclockhack #morningstruggles #relatablecontent #wakeupcall

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