“Who Does She Think She Is?”

For the woman done betraying herself.

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As girls, we were taught to play small and stay pleasant.

Smile and be “easy on the eyes”.

Get in line.

Dim and shrink.

Most of us could recite this mantra in our sleep. And when we dared to want more—to speak up and take up space—we’ve felt the judgment, resistance, and subtle slaps on the wrist from society.

It’s not just the voices of others.

It’s the one we internalized.

You know the voice. That sneaky shame, disguised as a quiet question.
You imagine the world muttering it under their breath.

“Who does she think she is?”

I carried that voice for years. Even in my healing, I tried to stay palatable.
Tried to make my life feel pretty through the pain.

I abandoned myself even in the space where I was trying to remember me again.

Constantly worried about what “they” would think of me. But there came a moment when my soul said no.

No to the guilt.

No to betraying my truth for shallow approval.

No to watering down my voice so it wouldn’t offend the status quo.

I said a big. Fucking. NO.

And it’s been a sacred journey that led me to deeper freedom, love, and aliveness than I ever knew possible.

All because I stopped playing the “good girl” game.

I refused to keep operating within the rules of a paradigm built on men’s comfort and women’s silence.

Where have you contorted yourself just to be accepted?

Because when a woman stops apologizing for her power, the world doesn’t clap.

If you’re taking back your life force, healing on your terms, and using your voice to speak sacred, shaking truths:

It doesn’t have to look cute.

It’s definitely not easy.

And it won’t be accompanied by a welcome party.

Coming home to yourself takes courage, big boundaries, and an even bigger dose of deservingness you were meant to feel all along.

Remembering your aliveness means holding that truth close
as you bust down doors you once thought were locked to you.

You are deserving of a life that honors and prioritizes your voice, your vision, and your vitality.

You’re allowed to grab your soul calling by the reins
and refuse to let shame steal it from you.

Even when you’re called,

Too intense.

Too sensitive.

Too loud.

Too bitchy.

Women flinch at that word. But you know who gets called bitchy?

Women who don’t bend.

Women who get shit done.

Women who take no shit and don’t let others’ shit become their script.

And when it comes down to it—isn’t that half the damn problem?

You’ve been giving too many shits to the things that steal your life force and get little in return.

You’ve given two shits about everyone else’s needs, opinions, expectations.
Because you were taught their shit mattered more than yours. That if you just focused on their shit, yours would stay safe.

But that’s not what happened.

You gave everything and lost.

So, I ask:

What if all the shits you gave to others, you took back?

And started giving them to your own meaningful pursuits you dismiss as meaningless hobbies?

But that’s selfish, right?

Let’s burn that lie to the ground right now—this notion of selfishness.

“Your job is not to dim your light to make others feel comfortable. Your job is to be so fully YOU that you give others permission to rise.”
—Lisa Nichols

Darling, let that sink in.

Let’s practice releasing that pull to worry what they think when you rise.

Let’s not allow “Who does she think she is?” to invade the life force energy moving through us in our highest form.

The queens we came here to be.

Even if we’re called selfish, rebellious. Or god forbid, a bitch.

You are simply a woman who refuses to betray herself again.

Soft, steady, and grounded.

A warrior who leads with her medicine.

I know firsthand that society fears that kind of woman.

Because she can’t be governed.

But she’s exactly who the world needs most. When this woman reclaims her voice of moxie, she pours her soul medicine back into this needy world.

So what would change if you let yourself be fully you?

These days, I don’t chase someone else’s version of success.
I choose to listen to my body.

My needs.
My hunger.
My ache.

I choose compassion—for my mess, my mistakes, and my magic.

I decide what energy enters my frame.

I choose boundaries that protect my life force.

I move energy through my body—through reparenting, reframing, and retraining.

I choose gratitude, compassion, and laughter as portals to my own aliveness.

Because when you feel alive, you bless the world with that same energy.

The Moxie Mindshift

If you’re feeling the call to stop performing and start remembering,

I have a challenge for you.

This week, practice stepping into your deservingness. Deservingness is your power source where your dreams grow and take shape.

Here’s how you claim it:

1. Speak your truth. Every day.
   Write it down or say it aloud. Name what you want, need, and deserve.

2. Set one boundary that honors your worth.
   Say no to something that drains you.
   Notice how your energy shifts and your life force lifts.

3. Feed your soul with fierce inspiration.
   Listen to The Lisa Nichols Show.
   Practice her mirror mantras:
   I’m sorry that…
   I forgive you for…
   I commit to you that…

4. Practice daily self-gratitude.

   Each morning, name three things you love about yourself.
   Let that gratitude free you from old stories and self-doubt.

This isn’t some checklist. It’s a Moxie Mindshift in real time. It rewires old stories and plants the truth that embodying your worth IS the path back to your dreams.

So, prioritize yourself.

Owning your aliveness starts with knowing your deservingness.

And remember when I said to take your shits back? Stash them in a secure place.
Because you run a tight ship now.

No more giving away your power like it’s free samples at the grocery store.

And when they say,

“Who the hell does she think she is?”

Let your life answer:

She’s the woman who stopped betraying herself.

Owned her damn life.

And came home to herself.

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If you felt this in your bones, send it along to a sister who’s done playing small.