There Is Nothing Wrong With You

It's OK to want to change, heal, and grow, but...

There is nothing wrong with you.

Yes, it can be helpful to know your backstory. To explore your wounds and your attachment styles, to see how your childhood shaped your adult life, and what gets in the way of deeper connection and presence.

But still…
There is nothing wrong with you.

You don’t need to analyze every little fucking thing you do. Self-awareness doesn’t need to become a performance. Embodiment doesn’t need to become another way to be the “good girl.” Often, it’s just self-policing in prettier clothes.

There is nothing wrong with you.

You observe, evaluate, and edit yourself; strong-arm your way into change; make promises to "do the things"; and end up deeper in self-anger, passivity, and rejection.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Your palatable wellness practice? Is it healing or is it performance?
A way to stay agreeable, composed, and acceptable?
Even your “regulated state” might be compliance posing as consciousness.
There is nothing wrong with you.

The world doesn’t need another woman cut off from her intuition, her hunger, her rage, her fire—just to be more likable.

You know the language.
You’re fluent in healing.
But still emotionally edited.
Still hyper-vigilant toward yourself.

Are you actually healing, or are you managing your image?

There is nothing wrong with you.

What would happen if you didn’t try to hold it all together?
Is this the right skincare?
The right workout?
The right protein intake?
Is this the way to enlightenment?
The correct emotional response?

You think you’re being mindful, but maybe you’re managing.
You call it embodiment, but is it more like emotional editing?
And maybe regulation has become another way to override?
Possibly, you could still be trying to “get it right.”

There is nothing wrong with you.

You’ve become self-aware… But are you embodied, or just watching yourself from the outside? A kind of disembodied self-awareness in the name of growth?

Fit enough. Smooth enough. Spiritual enough. Composed enough to belong.

But do you feel free?

Breathwork. Stillness. Calm wellness.
All in the name of healing, but coded to mean…
Don’t rock the fucking boat.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Your worth doesn’t look like submission or adaptation. It doesn’t need to be convenient, contained, or consistent.

This is what’s right with you:
Holding yourself as your truest self.
Eating when hungry.
Moving to feel alive. Resting for longevity.
Being both loud and soft.
Wrinkles or no wrinkles.
Emotional regulation for freedom, our ancestors, and the next generation.
Belly rolls and cellulite—or not.
The kind of tired that comes from living in your truth, not from trying to perform it.

No more self-patrolling.
No more self-regulation as performance.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Welcome to midlife, my friends!
It’s wild.
It doesn’t need to be tamed to be loved.
It doesn’t need to be regulated into submission.
It’s a body lived in without conditions.
The place you return to over and over again.
Not to be better, but to be home.
It’s showing up as you are.

More self-trust. Less monitoring.
More truth. Less strategy.

It’s rebellious. Unapologetic. Honest.
Alive.
And fucking awake.
Raw. Real. Rising.
Not for the likes, but for you.

And just so I am clear:
There is nothing wrong with you

Hugs, B

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*So many sharings and offerings dropping this week to you, my friends; keep your eyes and ears ready!

* *Just a picture of my happy mug as a reminder that I love you and that you don’t have to go it alone!