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What No One Tells You About the Rise After the Fall
What if the real work isn’t everything we do to keep from shattering, but the rise and reconstruction after the shatter? In this post, I share a powerful poem that captures what Self-Reclamation actually looks like—not the polished, performative, “show the world how little you need them” version, but the messy, painstaking, true-to-life picture of how it really is. The stuff you have to navigate in your marriage, your parenting, and your relationship with your body as your sense of self is reorganized.
This is the work we do at Slow & Wild Studios and inside Book Dommes—a shame-shattering sisterhood for women done making themselves small, ready to feel safe in their bodies, seen to their core, and fully alive. I’m also giving you a peek behind the scenes into a new training I’m diving into that’s about to deepen everything we explore together—whether through movement, coaching, or our Dirty Vanilla Parties. Ready for what’s next?
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Your Marriage, Your Motherhood, Your Sensuality—You Don’t Have to Choose
Most people are terrified of breaking out of the neat little box the world has put them in. They spend their lives fighting their own contradictions, shoving inconvenient truths into the shadows just to maintain a clean, predictable identity.
But here’s the thing: You don’t have to choose. And you definitely don’t have to apologize for NOT CHOOSING.
You are allowed to be a devoted mother AND deeply erotic.
You are allowed to be a grounded, responsible, nurturing wife AND a woman who owns her sensuality unapologetically.
You are allowed to live in your full, integrated truth—even if it makes other people uncomfortable.
Because then, your very existence disrupts the illusion that women must choose.
You weren’t meant to contort yourself into their mold so they could sleep better at night.
You came here to break the mold. And when you outgrow the next one, you’ll shatter that too.