This episode is for the cycle breakers who’ve had to face that truth head-on and choose peace over proving themselves. It’s raw, reflective, and painfully relatable for anyone tired of chasing acceptance they already deserve.

This episode is for the cycle breakers who’ve had to face that truth head-on and choose peace over proving themselves. It’s raw, reflective, and painfully relatable for anyone tired of chasing acceptance they already deserve.

I didn’t know I was fighting to be picked…

Ever had a moment so real it made you laugh, cry, and rethink your whole life? That’s Soph, Say It With Your Chest.Hosted by Soph—a goofy, masculine-presenting Black lesbian woman with a sharp tongue and a soft heart—this podcast is a front-row seat to stories you’ve lived, feelings you’ve avoided, and laughs you didn’t see coming. From messy family dynamics and healing childhood wounds to studs with auntie walks and the chaos of queer love, Soph holds nothing back.She’s raw. She’s honest. She’s that friend who’ll hype you up, call you out, and hug you after. One episode might feel like a therapy session, and the next like a late-night group chat—but all of them come from the chest. Her whole chest.Hop in. Bring your seatbelt, your tissues, and maybe your favorite hoodie. It’s about to get loud, funny, and uncomfortably real.

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Ever had a moment so real it made you laugh, cry, and rethink your whole life? That’s Soph, Say It With Your Chest. Hosted by Soph—a goofy, masculine-presenting Black lesbian woman with a sharp tongue and a soft heart—this podcast is a front-row seat to stories you’ve lived, feelings you’ve avoided, and laughs you didn’t see coming. From messy family dynamics and healing childhood wounds to studs with auntie walks and the chaos of queer love, Soph holds nothing back. She’s raw. She’s honest. She’s that friend who’ll hype you up, call you out, and hug you after. One episode might feel like a therapy session, and the next like a late-night group chat—but all of them come from the chest. Her whole chest. Hop in. Bring your seatbelt, your tissues, and maybe your favorite hoodie. It’s about to get loud, funny, and uncomfortably real.

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I didn’t know I was fighting to be picked…

I didn’t know I was fighting to be picked…