I’m Not Slutty Enough!

From defending people to over-explaining choices that were no one’s business, I unravel why I still bend myself into shapes just to keep the peace — and what it costs me every time.

For years, I believed my body was a public conversation - open for comments, advice, and judgment. This episode dives into my long history with weight loss, diets, and the constant pressure to shrink myself just to be acceptable.

She creates the chaos, I do the cleanup — and somehow I’m the one everyone thinks is clueless. Make it make sense.

From missing books to stolen snacks, I learned early that kindness without boundaries is an open invitation.

In this part, I’ll dig further into the past and deeper into my feelings to unpack the people and events that created the total mess you’re hearing about now.

I grew up feeling like every word, choice, and even facial expression was on trial. In this episode, I unpack what it’s like to live under constant judgment from the people who are supposed to have your back — and why I finally stopped letting their verdicts define me.

They never said the word out loud — but I heard it anyway. In this episode, I unpack the not-so-subtle way girls I socialized with decided I was stupid. Not because I didn’t know things — but because I didn’t fit their shallow standards. I liked books more than brand names, depth more than designer bags. So they called me “kind” with a wink, mistaking quiet intelligence for cluelessness. Let’s talk about the slow burn of being underestimated, the rage of being misread, and what it means to outgrow the bimbos who tried to label you.

They broke my spirit—then blamed me for limping.

In this episode, I dive into the long-term impact of emotional trauma, the damage no MRI can detect, and the messy, maddening process of trying to heal a mind that’s been wired for survival, not peace.

Every family has that one person whose mood sets the tone—and for us nieces, it was Ruth. Her presence could make or break a gathering, and as kids, we didn’t question the tension. But looking back, the “family dinners” felt more like staged performances, with Ruth barking orders like a drill sergeant over optional snacks. This episode unpacks the quiet tyranny behind family rituals, the fear around a dinner table, and the rare moment someone finally stood up to her.

They say my kids inherited my temper—but what if that “temper” was never just anger? In this episode, I unravel the years I spent being mislabeled as impatient, grumpy, or loud… when all I really wanted was to be heard. From screaming at my own birthday party to zoning out with music just to find peace, this is a raw look at how bottled-up emotions shaped my voice—and how I’m finally starting to use it differently.