Feral & Fed
A way of living. Not another course to finish.
An experience for women with a roar in their belly they've never let out.
You know the sound I mean. It lives somewhere under your ribs, low and hot, and it's been there since before anyone taught you to be agreeable. It rose up the last time someone talked over you at the table, and again when you said "it's fine" and it absolutely wasn't. Every time, you swallowed it, smiled, and went back to being easy to be around.
Somebody taught you that sound was dangerous. Maybe it was your mother, maybe it was a thousand small moments of being told to calm down, and you learned to keep it down so well you forgot it was yours.
It's still in there, and it's getting louder.
fer·al wom·an (noun)
A woman who has stopped performing for the people who wrote the rules.
She's messy and completely comfortable in it, unbothered when the whole room turns to stare. She trusts her gut over the experts and lives by her own rhythm instead of somebody else's schedule. For years she was numb and over-managed. Now her instincts are wide awake and she isn't asking anyone's permission to use them.
The world is on fire
and the rulebook stopped working a long time ago
Nobody is coming with a better one, so we're going back to the oldest one there is, the one written in your body, which knew how to roar long before you learned how to apologize.
Feral is the roar coming back. Fed is the body that can carry it, because a depleted woman caves the moment anyone pushes back.
You don't need permission.
You need to begin.
Small actions. Stronger bodies. Clearer boundaries. A life that's yours.
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