"Too be or not, "Fuck that, I'm Outside!!!"

Let’s get straight to it: you’re either the one getting chosen, or the one getting walked over like you owe somebody something and you never received the memo. You can’t play both positions- this ain’t a church play and you’re not double-casted in some Tyler Perry 20-min put together script. And I say all of that with love… but also with a couple of shots of Remy and my phone on Do Not Disturb because I don’t argue with delusion anymore. Welcome back to “Too be, or not ‘F*ck that, I’m outside,” where we prioritize self-worth, healthy boundaries, and knowing when it’s time to gracefully exit stage left with your peace—and your edges—intact. We already covered the basics in the first post: we’re not begging, we’re not chasing, and we’re definitely not settling for “potential.” Today, we’re taking it a step further. We’re talking about how to demand the respect you deserve without turning into a stressed-out version of yourself who’s crying in the bathroom at brunch with your girls be...