🔥 I Was Born for This

When You Realize You Were Never Meant to Fit In—You Were Meant to Set People Free

Let me say it clearly—because I’ve spent most of my life watering it down:

I was never meant to fit in.

Not in the church.

Not in their story of what makes a woman “good.”

Not in a system that trades obedience for love and calls it “grace.”

I tried.

God, I tried.

I played the part so well I nearly forgot who I was.

I said the right words.

I led the ministries.

I gave everything I had to be seen as faithful, pure, submissive, enough.

And still—I was never safe.

Never whole.

Never free.

Because the version of me they could love…was never the real me.

🔥 When the System Becomes the Cage

What do you do when the container that once held your life becomes the thing suffocating it?

You burn it down.

With trembling hands and sacred rage, you set the whole damn thing on fire—

Not because you hate it.

But because you love yourself more.

They told me to be quiet.

To stay small.

To make peace with spiritual abuse,

to submit to the men,

to smile while I bled.

But I buried a child.

I lost everything I built my life upon.

And when the people who claimed to love me looked away—I rose anyway.

Not as the version they were comfortable with,

but as the one I had buried alive under all that praise.

🗣️ This Isn’t Rebellion. It’s Resurrection.

So now, when people ask why we’re sharing our life so publicly—

why we’re talking about sex, about throuples, about God and desire in the same breath—why we’re doing a reality show that exposes our soft underbelly and dares to name what’s sacred in the places others call shameful—

I tell them this:

Because I made a promise.

I said, if I made it through—

if I found love,

if I found breath,

if I found Spirit again after all that wreckage—

I would not go back to sleep.

I would use every platform I’m given to crack open the cage for someone else.

I would live in the wide open.

Not because it’s easy.

But because hiding almost killed me.

🔥 You Think This Is for Shock Value?

Try surviving your child’s death and still showing up for the people who judged you while you grieved.

Try waking up to the fact that the God you were taught to love looks a lot more like control than compassion.

Try watching your family flinch every time you choose yourself—and doing it anyway.

This isn’t rebellion.

This is resurrection.

This is me becoming the version of myself that little girl once prayed to become—

The one who couldn’t stay quiet about what hurts people.

The one who said enough.

The one who walked away from applause to build something real.

🙌 I Was Born for This

I was born for this.

To tell the truth even when it costs me connection.

To be the woman who names what no one else in the room will touch.

To live in a way that says to the next person:You don’t have to die to be loved.

You don’t have to disappear to belong.

And yes, it’s messy.

Yes, it’s tender.

But it is holy as hell.

💬 Reflection Questions:

• What system told you that you had to shrink to be spiritual?

• What truth in your body have you been taught to fear?

• Who would be set free if you stopped apologizing for your becoming?

  
  

🌟 Truth Statement:

I was born to set fire to every cage they built around love.

I was born to be too much, too honest, too alive.

I was born to rise—so others remember they can, too.

Still rising. Still roaring. Still sacred.

—Kami

Yours, Mine and Ours