RECLAIMING THE PARTS OF ME I THREW AWAY TO SURVIVE I used to cut pieces of myself off just to keep the peace. I dimmed the fire I held within me. I softened the edges, though I still looked rough, even angry. I made myself smaller, sweeter kind of, quieter, all because the world told me survival depended on obedience. And you know what? It worked. For a while. Until it didn’t. Until the silence felt like suffocation. Until the “safer” version of me was nothing but a ghost walking around in my skin. So here’s the truth: I’m
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The Rebuild Isn’t Pretty — It’s Messy, Loud, and Absolutely Worth It Told by Rage • Raw • Mechanical • Fully Unapologetic Rebuilding your life is a lot like tearing down an engine that’s been running too hot for too long. Everybody loves the idea of a rebuild , the clean workbench, the shiny new tools, the inspirational playlist in the background. Cute. But that’s not how it actually goes. A real rebuild? It’s messy. It’s loud. It smells like burnt clutch, ego, and WD-40. And Rage is here to tell you exactly how it feels when you stop
Motherhood Didn’t Make Me Smaller — It Made Me Stronger A Bad Breed Womanhood Post Straight From One Bad Maa There’s this quiet lie women are handed at every stage of their life: that motherhood is supposed to shrink you. That once you have a kid, you’re supposed to soften. Quiet down. Dress differently. Dream smaller. Carry only enough ambition to keep the house standing and keep everyone fed. You’re supposed to lose the pieces of yourself you worked hard to build, tuck them away, and trade them in for “acceptable mom behavior.” But here’s the truth no one
🛠️ Built From the Bolt Up Straight From Rebel’s Journal The hum of the grinder is the closest thing I’ve ever heard to prayer. Sparks fly like tiny, furious stars, and I can’t help but think, this is what starting over really sounds like. Not quiet. Not graceful. It’s noise and heat and the stubborn decision to make something out of all the busted-up pieces. People talk about rebuilding like it’s some tidy thing, a little reflection, a little healing, and suddenly you’re polished chrome again. But anyone who’s ever built a bike from scratch knows you start with