Why Worthy Women Are Done Apologizing for Wanting More As a young girl, I was an international model—traveling the world, young, beautiful, and financially independent. I was naturally drawn to powerful, intelligent, and successful men—not because I needed anything from them, but because I admired ambition. I respected men who could build something for themselves, because I was already building something for myself. But because I was beautiful, I was labeled. Assumed. Dismissed. "Gold digger" that type of judgment made me stay away from the very type of man I was genuinely aligned with. I didn’t want to be misunderstood. So I shrunk my desires and played it safe. And for that, I paid the price. As I got older, that stigma stuck. I found myself in a pattern of relationships with users, losers, and opportunists—men who took and took and gave nothing back. Men who drained my spirit, my finances, my peace. And I let it happen, because somewhere deep down, I still felt like I ...
Let’s just get one thing straight: I’m not lazy, undisciplined, or spiritually blocked. I’m busy. I’m living real life. And while you might be out there meditating for two hours in a vortex of blissful stillness, I’ve got heat to beat, animals to feed, a business to run, and a soul that is tired of being told she’s not trying hard enough. Here’s the truth: I tried. I bought the meditations. I followed the formulas. I did the four-week programs, the six-week programs, the breathwork, the body scans, and the inner journeys. I listened to Dr. Joe Dispenza tell me to feel my body parts in space for what felt like forever . And guess what? I didn’t find my quantum breakthrough. I found myself pissed off and frustrated, sitting there thinking about my to-do list, the weather, and all the things I could be doing instead of floating in cosmic limbo hoping to manifest a miracle. I’m Done Trying to Be a Perfect Student Somewhere along the way, this work stopped feeling like transformation and s...