Why Choosing Yourself Makes People Mad ? and Why That’s Exactly the Point! There’s a certain moment in every woman’s life , especially the ones who’ve carried too much, swallowed too much, and apologized too much, where something inside you stops breaking… and starts building. And that moment? Is the exact same moment you become the villain in somebody else’s story. Funny how that works. Because the second you choose yourself, the second you stop shrinking, the second you say, “Actually, NO, I don’t want this bullshit anymore,” suddenly everyone who benefited from your smallness starts crying betrayal.
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Be Your Own Fuel: What Happens When Motivation Runs Out Write by One Bad Maa Some days you wake up ready to run through a brick wall, with full force, nothing is stopping you. . Other days you feel like the brick wall ran through you, fog from the scene still lingering in the air, body feeling the impact of every brick. Nobody talks about the second kind of day , the heavy ones, the foggy ones, the ones where your brain is sludge and your body feels glued to the floor. The days where “motivation” isn’t just low…
“The Day I Stopped Asking Permission to Exist” Written by : One Bad Maa There’s a day in every woman’s life where she wakes up and realizes she’s been living on mute. Not because she didn’t have a voice. Not because she didn’t have fire. But because somewhere along the line, she started asking for permission just to breathe. To speak. To wear what she liked. To chase what she wanted. To be too much, too loud, too alive. And she didn’t even notice she was doing it. Not until one very specific day when something snaps, not in
Meet the Bad Breed — The Voices of My Rebuild” How each character is a reflection of me, and how I reflect back through them! 🫣 Realm Lore: Where My Inner World Learns to Speak Out Loud Most people walk around thinking their thoughts are private , that what lives inside their heads is something they alone carry. That’s not how it works for me. My inner world has always had a voice, actually, several voices. They show up when I’m alone in the garage. When I’m lifting in silence. When I’m ripping down the highway with
Low-Heat Days Still Count — Notes From the Forge Mindset: The Forge Series There’s this lie we tell ourselves, that the only days that matter are the ones where we’re on fire. The days where the hammer hits clean, the sparks fly bright, the vision is sharp, and everything feels like it’s building toward something bigger. But here’s the truth nobody likes to admit: Most of the real work happens on the low-heat days. The slow days. The tired days. The “I don’t have it in me” days. That’s Forge work too. And lately? I’ve been living in the low-heat
🔥 THE FORGE — HEAT REPORT: “Working Through the Fog” By One Bad Maa / Behind the Scenes of the Realm The Forge isn’t poetic today. It’s not fiery or cinematic, it’s just existing. It’s the quiet kind of heat , the kind that slips under your skin when you’re exhausted, sick, burnt, but still forcing one foot in front of the other because stopping feels worse, than doing nothing and resting. This week, the Realm didn’t blaze… it simmered. And that still counts. 🫠 WHAT’S MELTING: My energy, for one. This cold knocked me sideways. Brain
Motion & Music: The Pulse Behind the Chaos The bass hums before the day even starts. Not from speakers, from inside . It’s that pulse that says move , that restless vibration that won’t let me sit too long in silence. Chaos has a heartbeat, and I’ve learned to sync mine with it. The world thinks discipline looks clean, planners, timers, motivational quotes, looking perfect in style when you leave the house. But the truth? Discipline sounds like a Harley ignition. It feels like the burn in your lungs when you push past that last rep. It’s the scrape
Consistency Is the Real Rebellion Because chaos doesn’t build itself all on it’s own, it’s built one gritty, stubborn ass day at a time. Everybody wants the chaos. The fire. The storm. But few can stomach what actually builds it, and what it takes to build it, to turn that thin air into something that consist of; the repetition, the lonely hours, the days that blur together when no one’s watching. Truth is, rebellion doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers: get up, do it again., and again, and maybe again That’s the real revolution, not the explosion, but the
🩸 Built, Not Born — The Art of Becoming Unbreakable By One Bad Maa THE FIRE AND THE FORGE Some women are born strong. The rest of us were built that way , are seams welded together by heartbreak, failure, and the kind of chaos that doesn’t ask permission before it hits you really hard in the face, maybe even knocks you out, and leaves you for dead. But, yet, you survived! Being “unbreakable” isn’t about never falling apart. It’s about learning how to rebuild every time the world thinks it’s done with you, or, you’re done with it.
The Crash Before the Rise There comes a moment when even the strongest soul gets leveled. It’s not glamorous. It’s not cinematic. It’s raw , a hard punch to the gut that leaves you staring at the ceiling wondering where the hell it all went wrong. Maybe your plans fell apart. Maybe your job drained the spark right out of you. Maybe you lost something, or someone, that kept you grounded. Whatever it was, it left you hollow and heavy, like a stalled engine in the middle of a storm. But here’s the truth nobody tells you: being flat on