the safety illusion sheabutter It can be imperfect

It can be imperfect

I assumed I had chosen the wrong thing and started creating something else

This August

a cinematic love story or the ability to walk gracefully across hot sand

the safety illusion sheabutter It can be imperfectFor the woman who has been at war with a body that only ever wanted to be safe. It didn't start with you. Not the mistrust. Not the tension. Not the shame when you look in the mirror. Not the pressure to hold it all together, to look "good" while you suffer, and to push through even when your body was begging for rest. Your body carries generations of silence. Of sacrifice. Of survival. Maybe your mother never said it out loud. Maybe your grandmother