Sometimes I wonder…

Why is a woman expected to choose?

Smart or sexy.

Nurturing or powerful.

Soft or independent.
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What if I’m all of it — and more?
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I can talk about shadow work and somatic therapy,

then turn around and seduce you with just a glance.

I can sit in stillness for hours — or ride every wave of desire in my body.
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People say ‘make up your mind’.

But my mind isn’t a straight line — it’s a universe.
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And maybe that’s the real threat.

A woman who doesn’t simplify herself.

Who doesn’t shrink to fit expectations.

Who doesn’t hide the fire, the softness, the hunger, the wisdom — all in one body.
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So no, I won’t choose.
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Because I was never meant to be one thing.