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Self-care matters.

Most women barely know what it feels like to really, deeply give it to themselves.

To rest without guilt.

To say no without explaining.

To tend to their bodies like sacred ground instead of an afterthought.

Self-care is holy.

It is necessary.

It is survival work in a culture that teaches women to bleed out quietly.

Self-care is not the solution to everything.

It was never meant to be.

What we’re being sold now is not just self-care.

It’s the self-care industrial complex—

a multi-billion-dollar market built to convince you that if you’re burned out, isolated, broken, or grieving,

the answer is more products.

More candles.

More journals.

More five-step morning routines.

Self-care has been weaponized into a consumer performance,

pitched as the universal fix for a world that is fundamentally sick.

Because as long as we are told to heal alone,

we will forget that healing was always supposed to be collective.

Sometimes what we need isn’t more self-discipline,

or more self-soothing,

or more time alone.

Sometimes what we need is community care.

We need food banks that aren’t begging for donations.

We need childcare that doesn’t cost a second mortgage.

We need neighbors who show up without being asked.

We need mutual aid.

We need networks of care that aren’t built to profit off our exhaustion.

And yet—those structures are disappearing.

Deliberately.

Strategically.

Because a person who thinks she must heal herself in isolation

is a person too tired to organize,

too drained to resist,

too burned out to build anything new.

This is how white supremacy culture sustains itself:

by convincing us that self-responsibility is the only responsibility,

that needing others is weakness,

that suffering in private is noble,

that purchasing healing is the same as receiving care.

It isn’t.

Self-care matters.

But it will not fix what community neglect has broken.

It was never meant to carry the whole weight of our healing.

So yes—take the bath.

Say no.

Rest.

Feed yourself like you are something worth saving—because you are.

But also:

Demand better.

Reach out.

Tear down the lie that healing is a solo act.

Refuse the story that says you must be your own village.

Build new structures of care, messy and human and alive.

Because we were never meant to do this alone.

We survive through each other.

We heal together.

We resist together.

And together is the future they never wanted us to remember.

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