For the woman who refuses to shrink (a love letter to all my girlfriends)

This is for you—the woman who knows her worth, her fire. Knows what she’s no longer available for.

You don’t settle. Not because you’re ungrateful—but because you’ve tasted your own power, and you cannot go back to starving.

You’re not hard to please. You’re hard to fool.

You’re not here to perform softness unless you feel like it. You’re not here to make yourself palatable. You love with depth, with devotion—but never at the cost of your own soul.

You’ve learned to hold your own heart. You’ve gone through some insane shitty times.

You know what it means to care without losing yourself in someone else’s chaos.

Your love is not convenient. It’s transformative.

There’s fire in your chest and a creative storm in your belly. You don’t just live—you burn through illusions, carve your own path, and leave beauty wherever you go.

Some will call you too much - let them! Who cares, really?!

You need depth, meaning. Something real. You’re not turned on by unpredictability—you crave consistency.

Surface-level won’t work. Half-hearted won’t last. You require truth, creativity, presence.

Your “no” is a love letter to yourself.Your “yes” is earned, not given away casually.

You’re not trying to dominate—you’re here to create. You don’t need to prove anything anymore.

You lead with emotion, with energy, with intuition sharpened by experience.You don’t chase, you attract.

You are the artists, the lovers, the builders of new worlds. You are not fragile—you are fierce in your tenderness.

You don’t need to fit. You were born to expand.

Keep creating. Keep choosing yourself. Keep holding out for the kind of love, work, and life that reflects your fire—because it exists. You don’t have to shrink to belong. You already do.