I’m Allowed to Change — Choosing New Versions of Myself Without Apology Women aren’t just expected to hold it all together, we’re expected to stay the same while doing it. Same smile. Same role. Same personality. Same dreams. Same version of a woman everyone recognizes and feels comfortable with. But let me tell you something loud, clear, and without apology: I am not required to stay familiar to anyone. I’m allowed to change. And I’m not sorry for it. Because every season of my life reshaped me, and pretending it didn’t would be the real big damn lie.
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WHERE THE BAD BREED CAME FROM — THE REAL STORIES BEHIND THEIR SCARS People think I “created” the Bad Breed. Cute. I didn’t create them. I survived them. I lived through every version of myself until they carved their way out. Every character I write… every scar I draw on them… every detail in their design… is pulled straight from something I felt, fought, buried, or clawed my way back from. The Bad Breed aren’t mascots. They’re memories with teeth. They’re chapters of me that refused to stay quiet. Here’s the truth behind each one. RAGE — THE
STRONG ENOUGH TO START OVER — MY BODY, MY COMEBACK, MY RULES People romanticize comebacks like they’re loud, dramatic, cinematic moments, but most of the time? A comeback starts in silence. It starts on the morning you wake up and realize you don’t feel like yourself. Your strength is gone. Your drive is gone. Your body feels foreign, sluggish, heavy, or unresponsive. You’re staring at a version of yourself you barely recognize. That’s the part no one warns you about. The part where you grieve the old you while trying to rebuild the new one. But here’s the truth
BAD BREED LAW #1: IF THE WORLD WON’T MAKE SPACE FOR YOU, TAKE IT ANYWAY. Some people wait for permission. Some people wait for an invitation. Some people shrink themselves down and hope the world notices their “potential.” Not us. Bad Breed women don’t wait for shIt. We take space the second we feel ourselves breathing again. Because here’s the truth: The world isn’t designed for loud women. Or feral women. Or women who don’t soften themselves to make other people comfortable. So if the world won’t make room for you? Kick the damn door off the hinges. Slide
When the World Doubts You, You Build Louder! The noise always starts in the exact way, every damn time! Your out there talking about your dream, the next move you are going to make, the fire in your gut reaching for your soul, and all of a sudden, everyone becomes the biggest critic, especially of your idea, or even you. They roll their eyes. They say you’re way too much , too old , too late , too unrealistic, a complete whack job for ever thinking of such. Well, I’m here to tell you, let them talk. Because while they’re