We think freedom comes when people stop judging us. When parents approve. When partners finally “get it.” When the instagram claps and follows instead of cringes. But here’s the uncomfortable truth: Most of the time, no one is stopping us. We already stopped ourselves. Not because we’re lazy or afraid. But because somewhere along the way, we quietly decided: “This is who I am.” That story becomes a cage. And we start defending it like it’s our identity. Real freedom doesn’t come from being misunderstood less… It comes from breaking free from the IDEA of who you think you are. ✨Question What belief about yourself feels “true”… but might actually be outdated?

Any exciting plans?

Ladies, when should we do a Soft Room hangout? Right now it’s scheduled for Jan 1st, but knowing how everyone is usually traveling and sleeping, should we move it to Jan 4th? Please let me know ❤️

The holidays have a funny way of turning Instagram into a scoreboard. Suddenly everyone is: ✨ celebrating wins ✨ announcing milestones ✨ posting “best year ever” energy And inside, many women feel something very different. • Old comparisons come up • Unmet desires feel louder • The gap between “where I am” and “where I thought I’d be” hurts more • Gratitude and grief exist at the same time Nothing is wrong with you if the holidays feel heavy and tender, not shiny. 💭 What emotion has been the loudest for you this holiday season?