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This is not your soft girl blog. Here, we don’t fold, we don’t shrink, and we definitely don’t say sorry for existing too loud.
I write about my life, my thoughts, my glow-ups and breakdowns. I talk fashion, power, rebellion, heartbreaks, and all the ways we’re reclaiming everything they told us to tone down.
Being pretty doesn’t mean being polite. Being feminine doesn’t mean being quiet. Here, it’s about being both hot and dangerous
I’m here to help you unleash yourcunty attitude , the one they tried to shame out of you. We’re done apologizing for taking up space.
To all the girls who were told to sit down and smile , this one’s for you.
3/06/2025
This Blog Is Not a Safe Space for the Male Gaze
— First entry. Read with eyeliner on.
Let me say it loud: stop shaping your life like a showroom for men.
Your beauty, your pain, your body, your mood swings . None of it is here for their gaze or their validation.
So here’s your first set of rules, girl.
This is how we reclaim power in a world built to mute us.
1.
Don’t dress for them. Dress to haunt them.
You don’t owe anyone “approachable.” Wear what makes you feel sharp, loud, untouchable. Corsets at 2PM? Yes. Being naked on the street ? Absolutely. You’re not an ad , you’re the plot twist chéri .
2.
Say “no” without explaining.
No isn’t rude. It’s a sentence. Stop apologizing for protecting your energy. If they call you cold, good. Freeze them out. You weren’t born to keep the room warm for everyone else.
3.
Beauty isn’t weakness. It’s weaponry.
Don’t let anyone shame you for loving makeup, fashion, your reflection. Beauty isn’t superficial , it’s a choice, a rebellion, a ritual. Paint your lips like war. Do it for the mirror, not for the male gaze.
4.
Stop shrinking to fit.
You’re not “too much.” You’ve just been taught to compress. Take space. Laugh too loud. Be angry. Be soft. Be confusing. Be more than they can handle , and let them choke on it.
5.
You don’t need to be “understood” to be valid.
Let them mislabel you. Let them roll their eyes. Let them hate what they can’t control. You’re not a concept they can process , and you don’t need to translate your soul for anyone.
Final reminder?
You’re not here to be easy to digest. You’re here to be unforgettable.
This blog is your safe space. But it’ll never be one for the male gaze.
cunty tips : If a guy tells you he doesn’t see a future with you, that he loves you, that you’re way too good for him,
and especially that he only wants to fuck you from behind…
he’s gay. Just know it.
booboo byeeeee
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04/06/2025
Men & Bulimic Girls: Between Kinky Fantasies and Cheap Judgments
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When a guy hears “bulimia”? He either gets hard or gets judgmental. Somewhere between the twisted savior fantasy and the “that’s unhealthy” eye-roll, you’ll rarely find actual emotional intelligence in their brains. Spoiler: bingeing and purging isn’t sexy. It’s not trendy. And if you’re here to watch or judge , shut up and go .
1 : Too damaged for you, but hot enough to save?
They want a girl who eats one leaf of lettuce but still has an ass.
Say “I’m bulimic” and watch them glitch like a broken iPhone.
Some act like it’s a cute little trauma hobby.
But they still eat up the whole Tumblr “crybaby, skinny, shattered” aesthetic.
They want a broken girl who stays silent. A skinny girl who’s just the right amount of unwell. An intense girl , but not too much. Newsflash: we don’t exist for their messy fantasies.
2 : ‘’Wait , you binge and purge? That’s discipline!”
Worse , some of them admire it.
“Damn, I can’t even make myself puke,” they say. Like it’s a flex.
No Kevin , you missed the part where it’s a mental illness.
You see a body. I live in a cage.
And your creepy fascination? Not flattering. Just another reason to puke bitch
3: “Food, control, pain: what you’ll never understand”
Bulimia isn’t about food. Not really.
It’s a full-time war with yourself.
Meanwhile, some guy’s out here talking about your stomach like it’s a used car:
‘’So does she keep it all down or nah?”
If you’ve never cried over a full stomach and hated yourself for existing , don’t speak on it.
Cunty Tips
If a man dares to shame you, mock you, or weaponize your bulimia to hurt you?
Take him out to dinner.
Order everything on the menu like the queen you are.
Smile sweetly while devouring it all.
Excuse yourself…
Come back and vomit all over his lap.
Don't need to thank me and BOBOBYEEE
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5/06/2025
Today we are going to talk about :
The Male Gaze 2.0: They Fantasize About Us But Hate When We Take Control
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You know that look. The one that scans you up and down, judges your skirt for being too short, your makeup for being “too much ,” your confidence for being “too loud.” The male gaze. Nothing new , but in 2025, it’s evolved. It’s sneakier , more hypocritical and twice as fragile.
We live in an era where men scroll through TikTok and Insta, double-tapping every girl with a snatched waist, plumped lips, and filtered face, yet the second you reclaim your image or embrace your sensuality… boom:
You’re “fake,”
You’re “a pick me,”
You’re “too much.”
You work out? You’re vain.
You love your body online? You’re thirsty.
You get filler? You hate yourself.
You do nothing? You’re letting go.
You can’t win unless you fit their tiny ideal , and even then, they’ll find a flaw.
They want you natural… but like Kylie Jenner.
They want confidence… but not enough to outshine them.
They want attitude… but not when it’s aimed at them.
But babe ,
We’re not here to be easy on their eyes.
We’re here to live loud, free, and unapologetic.
Cunty Tip of the Day:
If your man ever tells you you’re “too much” ?
Don’t react.
Just get yourself another man, for f*ck’s sake.
You deserve to be celebrated, not minimized.
Don’t thank me and BOOBOOBYE
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08/06/2025
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday, babes , was waiting on my exam results (and yeah, I smashed it). But no worries, I’m back and popping off.
Today’s topic:
Relationships? Nah , they don’t interest me. Most dudes ain’t ready to settle down or own up to anything real. But just ‘cause I’m not about that relationship life doesn’t mean I haven’t seen their bullshit games.
Guys who ain’t trying to commit throw out shady signals, making you look like the clingy one, leaving you hanging, making you believe in some fantasy that ain’t never gonna happen. #believeinme
They use you like a time filler ‘cause they’re bored, and “yeah, I’m taken” sounds better than “I’m single” in this generation. Or you’re the backup plan. Or worse — a damn trophy to flex when it suits them.
Me? I never signed up for that shit. And it ain’t happening.
I never cried over their mood swings, but I’ve seen their silence, their bullshit, their one-night stands dressed up like “we’ll see” through the relationships around me.
Listen, babes , no ring, no real promises, so why the hell you wasting yourself on a one-way street? Wake the hell up.
Because even without a ring or promises, you already got scars. Destroying a girl? That don’t need a contract. Just a little time, some manipulation, and an ego the size of a damn planet.
And guess who pays the price? Yeah, you, queen.
And to all those who think you need a man to exist, listen up:
Your worth? It ain’t tied to some dude who won’t commit.
We deserve more than their leftovers.
We deserve to be chosen, not just tolerated.
And that starts by loving yourself enough to say “no” to their bullshit.
So stop wasting time on a relationship that’s going nowhere and get your shit together, damn it.
CUNTY TIPS !
Girl, if your man bounced, don’t waste your brain on these questions:
Why not me? Why her? What does she have that I don’t? And the worst: Am I not pretty enough for him?
Bitch, he knows you’re dime , he just ain’t in love with you.
So go get a fresh dye job, get your nails done, and find what you really deserve.
Don’t thank me. BOBOBYEE.
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