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A few nights ago, I had a dream that honestly embarrassed me. In the dream, a woman called me broke. And instead of just looking at her like she lost her mind… I started arguing. “I’m not broke. I got this. I got that.” Going on and on, trying to prove a point. And then it got worse. I started doing the absolute most. Acting out of character. Loud. Performative. The kind of energy I would never show in real life. When I woke up, I couldn’t shake it. Not because it happened… b

Men who constantly say “women have it easy” don’t annoy me. They scare me. Because that mindset doesn’t come from strength. It comes from comparison. From resentment. From a quiet kind of jealousy, a lot of men don’t even realize they carry. And I pay attention to that. Because the way a man speaks about women tells me how he sees them. Not as partners. Not as equals. But as competition. And I don’t compete with men. I build. I earn. I maintain my life. I take care of myself