The Price of Playing Nice: Choosing Freedom Over Comfort

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.