I am a Hypocrite

By now you know—I’ve been guiding women into their Yes, I Am Too Much™ era for a while. Women who are hungry for more, bold enough to claim it, and feral enough to not settle for less.

So imagine my bloody surprise when, on yesterday’s Become Her call, I caught myself doing the very thing I tell my women never to do.

Second-guess.

I felt my old buddy Imposter Syndrome knocking at the door — wondering if I was too boring, too much, too woo-woo, too basic….

So I pulled back, tightened up, played it safe.

Beautifully—what unfolded was still divine. Because these women?

They’re already practicing the yes. Already choosing themselves. Already showing up hungry, raw, and ready. They didn’t need me polished to perfection to make progress, to connect, to choose themselves.

But the promise of Become Her was bras off and ugly crying. 

The audacity to not just whisper your yes but to scream it, sob it, shake it into being. And I was playing it too safe.

That’s when I realized: if I’m asking them to become her—the woman who refuses to apologize, refuses to edit, refuses to water herself down—

then I have to do it too.

So I pivoted.

I canceled today’s call because it was beneath them. They don’t want mantras or basic beige bullsh*t.  They want feral transformation.

So I am pouring that into what is next.

And if you want THAT

Reply: POWER and get inside my world.