The Price of Playing Nice: Choosing Freedom Over Comfort
- Lula Comanescu
- Apr 9
- 1 min read
Updated: May 6
I can no longer play the nice girl.
I can no longer force myself into boxes that were never meant for me.
I can no longer suppress my sensuality—feeling it, expressing it, embodying it.
I refuse to hurt myself for the comfort of others.
I refuse to live in fear of how they perceive me, how they judge the way I embody her.
I refuse to mold myself to fit spaces that do not resonate with me.
I refuse to keep her hostage.
She will not be hidden.
She will not shrink.She will not stay where she does not belong.
I can no longer give her to those who cannot hold her divinity.
I can no longer force her into places that dim her light.
I will not fake a face of niceness to make others comfortable.
I will not tame what refuses to be tamed.
I will not conform just to keep people around.
I can no longer exist in spaces where her essence is lost.
can no longer suppress her raw, untamed energy.
I can no longer be what I am not.
I am not here to give endlessly to those who do not see me.
I am here to give to myself.
To embody my truth.
To deliver the message I was born to share.
I am no longer the nice girl.
I do not want to be the nice girl.
I am free.
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