F*ck the Fairy Tale: Choosing Passion Over Stability (And Not Regretting It)

Because some women would rather burn than settle for lukewarm.

Once upon a time, you were told to find a “nice” man with a steady job. Someone who would pay the bills, bring you flowers twice a year, and never forget to lock the front door. You were taught to trade fire for security, wildness for comfort, orgasms for loyalty. The message was clear: if you find a man who doesn’t cheat and remembers your birthday, you’ve won.

But what if you want more than that?

What if you crave the kind of love that knocks the wind out of you? What if safety feels suffocating, and passion feels like freedom? What if you’re done waiting for a prince — and ready to become your own damn fairy tale?

Welcome to the revolution.

The Myth of “Happily Ever After”

The fairy tale is rigged.

It tells us that if we’re good girls — obedient, pretty, agreeable — we’ll be rewarded with stability.

A mortgage. A ring. Maybe a joint checking account.

But what it never mentions is the quiet death of desire that often follows.

The emotional constipation. The ritual of going to bed next to someone who doesn’t see you anymore.

Or worse — never really did.

We’re not anti-marriage. We’re not anti-commitment.

We’re anti-boredom.

Anti-living-for-someone-else’s-dream.

Anti-staying-in-a-life-you-have-to-numb-yourself-to tolerate.

Choosing Passion Isn’t Irresponsible — It’s Revolutionary

Let’s get one thing straight:

Choosing passion doesn’t mean being reckless.

It means being honest.

It’s waking up to the parts of you that have been starved.

It’s listening to the whispers of your body, your ambition, your creativity — all the things you buried for the illusion of safety.

Some women leave the stable relationship and move to Paris.

Some quit the high-paying job to start the business that sets their soul on fire.

Some finally say yes to the lover who makes them feel alive again — not because they’re selfish, but because they’re awake.

But Isn’t Passion Fleeting?

Sure, sometimes.

But so is safety.

Stability isn’t a guarantee — it’s a story we tell ourselves to feel in control.

That stable man? He can still betray you.

That safe job? It can still disappear.

That quiet life? It can still eat you alive.

So why not choose the thing that lights you up?

Why not bet on love that scorches, not just simmers?

Why not risk being deeply, inconveniently alive?

The Women Who Did It — And Don’t Regret a Damn Thing

Anaïs Nin left comfort behind to write erotica and pursue a life of raw expression.

Glennon Doyle left a picture-perfect marriage for the woman who made her heart race.

Frida Kahlo painted pain, loved recklessly, and never asked for permission.

You could be next.

So… Should You Burn It All Down?

Not necessarily.

But if you’re already feeling the ache — the deep, gnawing sense that this isn’t it — don’t silence it.

Ask yourself:

• Am I in love with my life — or just loyal to it?

• Am I being held — or held back?

• Am I choosing this… or settling for it?

If the answers unsettle you, good. That means something in you is waking up.

Let’s Be Clear: Passion Is Not Just About Sex

It’s about soul.

It’s about walking into rooms where you’re wanted, not just tolerated.

It’s about doing work that electrifies you.

It’s about living in a body that feels like yours again.

It’s about saying yes to the thing that scares you and turns you on at the same time.

F*ck the Fairy Tale. Write Your Own Ending.

Here’s your permission slip:

You don’t have to choose a “safe” life just because it’s the one you were handed.

You don’t have to play small to make others comfortable.

You don’t have to stay just because it’s stable.

You get to choose passion. Chaos. Creation.

You get to choose the burning.

And you’ll rise from the ashes.

Not as a princess.

But as a f*cking queen