Raw-Femmes

💔 and before people start screaming about families having lost their loved ones due to criminals and thugs ect

“ Do we really have to diminish one tragedy to validate another. Every family has their story and deserves respect.”

A statement from Alex Pretti’s younger sister, Micayla Pretti:

“Alex was kind, generous, and had a way of lighting up every room he walked into. He was incredibly intelligent and deeply passionate, and he made people feel safe. But most importantly, he was my brother. I had the privilege of being his little sister for 32 years. I will never be able to hug him, laugh with him, or cry to him again because of those thugs—and that is a pain no words can fully capture.

Alex always wanted to make a difference in this world, and it’s devastating that he won’t be here to witness the impact he was making. Through his work at the VA caring for the sickest patients, and passion to advance cancer research, he touched more lives than he probably ever realized. All Alex ever wanted was to help someone—anyone. Even in his very last moments on this earth, he was simply trying to do just that.

I want to thank everyone who has reached out to my family and me, whether you knew Alex personally or not. The messages, posts, and overwhelming positivity shared about him truly reflect his character, work ethic, and passions. My brother is, and always will be, my hero.

When does this end? How many more innocent lives must be lost before we say enough? Hearing disgusting lies spread about my brother is absolutely gut-wrenching, and my family is deeply grateful so many people have stood up and helped tell his truth. He would be very proud.”

Some days are meant for doing.
Today is for being. 💤

Fully horizontal, wrapped in warmth, with my emotional support system taking up most of the bed.

This is me choosing rest & messiness- not as a reward for hard work, but as a real necessity.

Burnout recovery, supervised. 🐾 🐶 💕

It’s been such a hard week globally -I think everyone’s feeling it. I’ve found it so hard today not to cry 😢 I just had to find space to let my tears go. I’m exhausted, worried, and so sad… it all hurts so much .

It’s hard to comprehend that Alex Spretti spent the last minutes of his life on this earth being pepper-sprayed, kicked to the ground by six officers, beaten, and then shot ten times.

Those were his final moments. Fear, pain & an overwhelming force.

No matter how many ‚official explanations‘ are offered, no amount of procedure or justification can make that feel human, proportional, or right.

This wasn’t protection… it was pure evil & destruction.

A beautiful life ended violently, without any dignity, under the weight of a system that was meant to restrain, not annihilate.

If that doesn’t disturb any of us, if that doesn’t stop us in our tracks, then something is deeply broken. Not in our reactions, but in the world that allowed it to happen.

🕊️ 🤍

✨ Friseur*innen, kommt euch das bekannt vor?
Ihr habt schon an eurer Einstellung gearbeitet, Atemübungen gemacht, Vision Boards erstellt 🧘🏻‍♀️💇🏻‍♀️… und trotzdem fühlt ihr euch erschöpft, blockiert oder ständig, als würdet ihr hinterherlaufen ⏰.

Hier ist die 💣 Wahrheit:
Ihr seid nicht kaputt.
Ihr braucht keinen weiteren „Zeitmanagement-Hack“.

Der Grund, warum ihr euch festgefahren fühlt, ist: Euer Nervensystem fühlt sich nicht sicher genug, das zu halten, was ihr euch wünscht – sei es ein voller Terminkalender, höhere Preise, Traumkund*innen oder mehr Freizeit.

Wenn euer System so etwas noch nie erlebt hat, stuft es das als „unsicher“ ein. Also sabotiert es euch – durch Aufschieben, Überarbeiten, ständiges Ja-Sagen, obwohl ihr Nein meint, oder durch Burnout.

Die gute Nachricht? ✨
Jede Strategie kann funktionieren – Preise anheben, Grenzen setzen, Traumkund*innen aufbauen. Aber nichts davon bleibt bestehen, solange euer Körper sich nicht sicher fühlt, es auch anzunehmen.

Und sobald er das tut?
Kund*innen kommen leichter zu euch.
Geld fühlt sich entspannter an.
Ihr verlasst den Salon mit Energie, die noch übrig ist.
Und ihr hört endlich auf, klein zu spielen.

Nicht, weil ihr euch „repariert“ habt.
Sondern weil ihr euch reguliert habt. 🌿✂️

**“Because I exist, I offend.**”🥺
Not because I am offensive but because my existence refuses to shrink, to quiet down, to fit into boxes designed by fear and prejudice.

If my presence unsettles you, perhaps it’s not me but the mirror I hold up to the parts of you & society still built on racism, sexism, and worst even…silence.

I don’t exist to be palatable. I exist to be real. To stand against hate & to live in my own full voice.

Milkshakes may spill but the truth will always rise ✌🏾 ✨

We all carry balloons 🎈 🎈 🎈like these sometimes anger, regret, guilt, fear, hate, pain. At first they seem small, but the longer we hold them, the heavier they feel. They tangle in our hands and literally weigh down our wings 🪽

But imagine what might happen if you slowly let one string slip away. 🌬️
What if today you released just one balloon 🎈 that no longer serves you that you’ve been holding onto for some reason?

Would you feel lighter? Freer? More yourself? Maybe just different… 🤷🏻‍♀️ but even that “ different ” can grow 🌱

Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It means giving yourself permission to move forward without being dragged by yesterday’s weight.

💭 Which balloon 🎈 would you choose to let go of first?

🍀🌷🌾One of the deepest fears a person can name,is not just being alone, but being UNSEEN in their aloneness.

The aching sense of fading into the background of life while everyone else is being witnessed, needed, or chosen.

There is a future version of myself, a future-you, garden-me who’s sitting in the sun ☀️ with her bare feet in the grass 🌱 , her hair a little messy, hands in the soil, and she’s not waiting to be seen.

She already sees herself.