The Goddess Who Needs No Man

(A Sunday Morning Manifesto)

The birds are singing, the sun is pouring through my windows, and I’m waking up lit with that goddess sexy energy. Not the kind that waits for a man to recognize it — but the kind that exists because I do.

Here’s the truth nobody tells you:

In myths, in movies, in legends — the real goddesses don’t have men. Wonder Woman didn’t need one. Artemis roamed wild with her bow, untethered. Athena, the warrior goddess, was worshiped for her wisdom, not her relationships. Even our modern heroines — Katniss, Daenerys — the fiercest moments of their lives came when they stood alone.

Why? Because a true goddess doesn’t wait for permission.

She doesn’t slow down for anyone.

She doesn’t trade her crown for comfort.

This isn’t about hating men — it’s about knowing that our power, our sovereignty, our radiance comes from within. A man can join the journey if he can keep up, but he is never the source of it.

The subliminal message woven through history is this: the goddess in her full force is unstoppable. Few women have tapped it — because culture teaches us to be half-lit candles waiting for someone to spark us. But the goddess? She is the flame.

And here’s the wildest part:

You don’t need anyone to hand this to you.

You already are it.

Light your candle. Move your hips. Run your bath. Write your story. Claim your Sunday morning as your temple. The world doesn’t need another woman waiting. The world needs more women rising.

Because the goddess isn’t “too much.”

She’s everything.

And she’s already here.