"I came into this world branded by someone else's choices-a bastard, literally. Not a child of love, but of revenge. Conceived in chaos, born into tension, and raised in the shadows of secrets I never asked to carry. I had no say in how my story started, but somewhere along the way, I realized I had every right to decide how it would unfold. And that's exactly what I did. See, womanhood doesn't come with a map. Most of us are tossed into it bleeding, breaking, and bargaining for scraps of self-worth in a world that profits off our silence. I walked into womanhood like a warzone, wounded and wide-eyed. Life kept handing me two choices-enlightenment or captivity. Growth or delusion. The truth or a pretty lie that kept me small. And the devil? Oh, he knew my name. He wasn't coming for my body-he already had that. He came for my mind. My hope. My future. He disguised himself in good character and sweet nothings, promising forever while feeding me crumbs of affection wrapped in manipulation. Love was the weapon. Lust was the poison. And I almost drank the whole bottle. I teetered on the edge of something final-some soul death I couldn't come back from. The kind of despair that doesn't make noise, just sinks you in silence. But before I let the darkness swallow me whole, I woke the hell up. I peeled myself from the arms of delusion, wiped the mascara-streaked tears off my spirit, and asked one question: "Who the hell am I when no one's watching?" That's when I remembered. I remembered the values I was raised on-the ones that got buried beneath heartbreak and hardship. I remembered my worth didn't live in a man's validation or a society's standards. I remembered I was sovereign. So I made a decision that would change everything. I created my Pussy Policy. It's not about sex-it's about sovereignty. It's about boundaries that don't budge and self-respect that doesn't shrink. It's about knowing that your body is not a bargaining chip, your heart is not a dumping ground, and your time is not up for negotiation. My Pussy Policy became the compass I never knew I needed. A personal constitution. A spiritual contract with myself to never again confuse pain for love or potential for partnership. And now, I'm offering it to you. You don't have to lose yourself to find yourself, but if you already have, I'm here to say-there's still a way back. Let my mistakes be your mirror. Let my journey be your warning and your permission slip. Because life doesn't wait for you to figure it out-it either evolves with you or eats you alive. Here's the truth: Pain, healing, and growth are not optional. They're part of the human curriculum. But not everyone graduates. Not everyone does the work. Some people stay stuck, addicted to the drama, married to their trauma, and loyal to their own suffering. But you? You have a choice. Master your life-or be mastered by it. The Pussy Policy is your wake-up call. What you do with it is up to you."
