Who the hell does
Chelsea Briggs
thinks she is anyway?
Well damn, thats a loaded question! We have to go back to get to the end if you really want to know what I think about myself.
I certainly didn’t think too many wonderful things of myself as a kid. Most kid’s who are emotional, ambitious, fiery, sensitive, loud, too creative, or opinionated—dont.
The world LOVES to find people like us (especially women) and stomp em’ out real quick like. You know, teach them to abandon themselves from a young age. I mean I’ve got to give them credit, it makes us easier to control, convince, and keeps us in…whatever place they want us in (certainly not one we chose for ourselves.)
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I definitely did my time trying to become more “acceptable”. I wasn’t trying to be fake, I just thought that was the formula. I truly thought that success came from fitting the mold correctly, following all the rules (gross-cue visceral reaction), and being digestible enough to be chosen and belong somewhere.
I was MISERABLE. Every time.
But honestly, fair. Because the majority of the world does not prioritize teaching women how to figure out what actually brings them joy. No one teaches us how to hear ourselves underneath all the years of conditioning. No one teaches us that our identity should feel SAFE to exist inside of.
The worst part? No one teaches us that maybe the reason we feel disconnected isn’t because we’re broken, or need saving, or need more money or—maybe it’s because we’ve spent years performing versions of ourselves that we thought would finally earn us love, happiness, success, validation, safety, whatever.
Meanwhile, my actual self was just snapping her gum and twirling her hair in the corner like: “Yea, Hi B!tch I’ve got some like, real ideas over here.”
Listening to her was the shift I never knew I needed, or was even allowed to make.
All along, the things that I thought needed toning down, were actually the exact things that were trying to lead me somewhere SO MUCH BETTER.
All of my creativity, fire, emotions, depth, desire for more.
My obsession with beauty, art, expression, connection, storytelling, business, women (my sweet sweet dear women), passion, visibility, and building a life that actually feels good to live in.
Turns out suppressing yourself is exhausting.
The more I started honoring myself instead of managing myself, the more my life expanded. I experienced a healthier marriage, more fulfilling work, renewed creativity, and all around alignment & regulation.
Building a life that FEELS right > LOOKING right, will win every time.
So this is why I do this work now. Because women are fucking incredible. Like earth-shatteringly amazing.
They are creators, builders, visionaries, artists, leaders, mothers, innovators. I mean they are literal growers of human life! Are you kidding me?
Yet I see so many brilliant women make themselves smaller every single day just to survive spaces that weren’t designed for them, or that they would never choose for themselves.
