Feral as Fuck
FERAL
AS FUCK.
Stop performing. Start belonging to yourself.
Somewhere along the way, women were taught that every decision needed an audience.
Wear the outfit... but make sure it's flattering. Post the photo... but don't look like you're trying too hard. Want love... but don't seem desperate. Have sex... but not too soon. Stay single... but don't wait too long. Speak your mind... but be nice about it.
It's exhausting.
What if becoming
"FERAL AS FUCK"is simply about no longer asking for permission?
What if it's about trusting your own compass instead of editing yourself for someone else's comfort?
None of those choices make you more or less worthy. They only need to make sense to you.
People will have opinions anyway.
The older I get, the less interested I am in living a life that's easy for other people to explain.
If you're quiet, you're cold. If you're confident, you're arrogant. If you're ambitious, you're intimidating. If you're sensual, you're "asking for attention." If you're selective, you're "too picky."
It's fascinating how quickly people will write a story about your life using only the chapter they happened to witness.
Let them.
explanations
or footnotes.
One of my favorite quotes is from Eleanor Roosevelt: "You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do."
Most people aren't dissecting your decisions. They're worrying about their own lives.
Whatever you choose, let it be because it belongs to you, not because it earned the approval of strangers you'll never meet.
Maybe that's what being feral as fuck really means.
Not chaos. Not recklessness. Not being impossible to love.
You never needed permission in the first place.