A tribute to the oppressed witches disguised as “classy ladies” …

This is what happened …

🗝️ For every woman who’s been judged before she even arrived — This post is for you. 🌹💋

I booked a private rental for a vacation, & the host promised a beautiful garden, peace, space, and allowed my yoga. It felt aligned. 🪄

After I paid, she asked for my Instagram. I didn’t think twice — I shared it. 😒

Then suddenly, the entire d*mn policy changed.

She told me I was no longer allowed in the garden.

Like WTH??

I asked why, and this was her response after I cancelled the stay:

“No. I agree with you. I don’t think your almost n*de dance videos are suitable for our garden, which is also used by the remaining residents of the property. So you’re right, it’s not a match.”

I didn’t even plan on dancing in her garden. But after that message? 😳

I wanted to dance in every garden I’ve ever been told I don’t belong in. 😂👋🏽

What hit me most wasn’t just the judgment — it was how soft and polite it was. Wrapped in hearts & “careful” wording.

🤢 But underneath? Full of shame and assumptions.

And I realized: this is exactly the kind of energy that’s been thrown at women like me — expressive, visible, sensual — FOR CENTURIES. 🧙🏽‍♀️🧯

We don’t even have to do anything.

Just being who we are is “too much” for people still living in fear. 🚫

So here’s my answer:

I will not shrink.

I will not apologize for how I move, dress, speak, or express.

If my presence feels like “too much” — leave the room.

I was never meant to fit into quiet gardens guarded by silent rules. 🤢🤮

I’m here to dance loud, live big, and take up space like I was born to.

Dear witch, welcome to the club where feminine expression has no damn limits 🌹♥️♥️💋

& this is the poem:

To the woman who turned me in:

Tell me I’m “too much”, & hope that it shrinks me, and I will expand so much you’ll regret you ever opened your mouth.

Tell me that loving luxury is “bad” or “too much”, spending my own money on all I want, and I’ll go on 5 shopping sprees.

Tell me my dance is inappropriate & I’ll show you inappropriate.

The thing is,

the parts people judge me for, aren’t even 100% of me.

I’ve held back so much, but honestly now I’m done. For every single day; more done.

The last few bits have yet to come, and when they do, the ones who judged me all along might have a panick attack.

I am done tryna shrink into people’s delusional expectations of what’s right or wrong.

What’s disturbing or not.

I am a f*cking masterpiece, a work of art..

and if you think I’m just “inappropriate”, leave the room.

I beg you,

Don’t f*cking stay.

xoxo,

$OUL. !! :*