10/27/2026
I grew up in the 90s.
Peak era of “the smaller you are, the better.”
Thigh gaps. Low-rise jeans. He**in chic.
Women were basically rewarded for looking like they could be knocked over by a light breeze.
(it kinda feels like history is repeating itself right now *sigh*)
That stuff sticks to you.
It teaches you, quietly, consistently, that being super skinny, soft, delicate, shrinking, is what makes you feminine, what makes you acceptable, & makes you “good.”
So of course younger me tried to follow the script.
Eat less. Be less. Don’t be “too much.” Don’t be loud. Don’t be strong. Just stay small and everyone will clap for you.
But the minute I found lifting, the minute I started getting actually strong, that whole narrative started to crack.
Honestly, THANK GOD.
Strength gave me something the 90s never did:
A body I could trust.
A voice I could use.
A presence I didn’t apologize for.
It turns out feeling powerful feels a hell of a lot better than feeling dainty 💅🏼
Looking back, I’m not mad at younger me!
She was doing the best she could with the messaging she grew up on.
But I’m so damn proud of the version of me who decided to rewrite it, rep by rep, year by year, even when it felt uncomfortable, even when it went against everything we were taught to want.
So if you were raised on that same “be tiny and quiet” culture, I see you.
But I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to carry that into your adulthood.
Burn that urge to be small.
Build the strength you were never encouraged to have.
And take up the space your 90s-era self never knew she deserved 💛