Rooted in the Beginning

They say every woman has a root the place her story first split the soil and began to grow.

Mine was tangled.Not soft or sheltered. It sprouted through trauma, watered by silence and secrets. My roots weren’t nurtured they survived. And survival shaped every part of who I became: strong, cautious, fiercely independent, yet aching to be soft.

I was raised in chaos, taught love through dysfunction, and learned early on how to hold myself together when the world didn’t. That kind of upbringing doesn’t give you wings it gives you armor. And I wore mine proudly, even when it began to rust.

This blog is not about blame. It's about the root and what grows after. After divorce.After breakdowns.After pretending to be everything I thought I needed to be just to feel loved.

Now I’m learning to reroot myself. In femininity. In softness, truth and in me.

Welcome to Lips & Liberation where I finally speak with the voice I once buried, and love the woman I’m still becoming.