Fuck It. We’re Soft Fridays: Soft Like Silk, Real Like Steel

Lately, life’s been flowing. The winds are finally blowing in my favor, and I’m letting them take me where I’m meant to go. But make no mistake — I’m still choosing the direction. A soft direction. A peaceful one. One where I say yes when I mean it, and no without apology. I’m not bending myself for comfort or playing nice to keep the energy smooth.

I’m not people-pleasing. I’m people-pausing — so I can protect my own peace first.

And while I’m minding my own soul, I can’t help but notice how loud people are with opinions that have nothing to do with them. Talking on people they don’t even know, like it’s cute to be messy. Let me be real: I don’t speak on folks I don’t personally know. I don’t sit around dissecting lives that aren’t mine.

That’s not peace — that’s projection.

I don’t put out nasty energy. I don’t spread what I wouldn’t want back. That’s the real bitch in me. I stand ten toes down in love, in silence, in minding my business. And that’s exactly why I stay aligned.

So today, I’m choosing rest, but also reflection.

I’m choosing to be soft but never fake.

I’m choosing to sit in my own lane and leave the noise where it belongs — outside.

Because soft don’t mean stupid. Soft don’t mean passive.

Soft just means I’ve learned how to hold myself gently, even in a world that can be rough.

And that? That’s power.

Tired of the drama? The loud opinions? The energy leeches?

Girl, unplug.

Let the messy stay messy — over there.

We’re over here being moisturized, unbothered, and minding our businesses like they pay well (because they do).

Drop “real bitch energy” in the comments if you’re staying soft but ready.