Why We Burned the Rulebook (and Built Something Better)

Let’s get one thing straight: we didn’t misplace the rulebook. We torched it. On purpose. With intention. Possibly while sipping wine and wearing mismatched socks. Why? Simple. Because what we needed—what real women needed—wasn’t out there.

She had spent years being told to take up less space.

To be quiet.
To be polite.
To follow the rules.

She had been taught to shrink herself—her power, her ambition, her voice—so that others could remain comfortable.

But one day, she woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw the world for what it was—a ...