✧ the prettiest form of revenge is becoming unbothered
hey lovelies 🕊️ i was walking home today with my headphones in (listening to that one slow, sparkly lana song that makes everything feel a little cinematic) when this thought hit me like a soft little thunderstorm: not reacting is a reaction. not letting it touch your peace is the prettiest form of revenge.
like actually, how stunning is it to become so centered, so sure of yourself, that you no longer flinch when someone tries to rattle you?
i used to think healing meant explaining. fixing. over-explaining. closure. but lately, it’s been looking more like softly deleting the conversation. letting the last word echo into nothingness. wearing lip gloss and lighting a candle and journaling through it, not texting back. not proving anything. not proving you’re good. just being good.
emotional detachment isn’t cold. it’s clarity. it’s a sacred kind of self-trust that whispers: “you’re allowed to walk away without performing your pain.”
and no, it’s not always easy. especially if you're sensitive or intuitive or have that gentle little savior complex. but the more you stop making yourself available to chaos, the more your nervous system starts to breathe again. and that’s where the real glow-up begins.
because when you stop shrinking, when you stop begging to be seen in the right light, when you just decide to be light, suddenly, the power flips. and you’re not waiting to be chosen anymore. you’re busy choosing yourself.
this is your reminder that the softest girls can also be the strongest. we can cry in the bathtub and go no-contact. we can wear pink and have steel boundaries. we can wish them well and walk away in silence.
unbothered isn’t heartless. it’s healed.
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