Good Girls? Yeah... We're Not Doing That Anymore.

Kitana M. Crowelle
6 hours ago
3 min read

Let me start with a simple truth: I have never been more proud of women than I am today. This is not another essay about “empowering women.” It is a profound, conscious appreciation born from my own observations of the women in my life and those around me.

The rise of the spiritual woman is unfolding right here, right now, in its most authentic modern form. Collectively, feminine energy is proud of itself; not in an ego-driven or superficial way, nor from the wounds of the past, but from a grounded, confident, and gracefully detached place. Boundaries have become our highest form of self-respect, and we are no longer afraid to say no to anything that does not serve our highest good.

Want to dress up and wear high heels just to go to your favourite coffee shop? Do it. Feel your intuition screaming at you not to accept an invitation? Say no without guilt. Want to embrace your feminine rage without apologising for it or shrinking it? Let it rise. Ready to release the man who no longer aligns with your path? Walk away without hesitation.

Whether it was endless scrolling on social media that sparked this shift in consciousness or the painful events that cracked us open, one thing is clear: we are no longer willing to tolerate disrespect or settle for the bare minimum from anyone.

Most importantly, this new expression of womanhood is no longer performative or short-lived. It is an enduring, deeply rooted way of being. A collective canon event that is both deeply felt and visibly transforming our lives.

For a long time, women have tried to cultivate a sense of self-worth that did not depend on men or the approval of others. Yet our ability to truly create that inner foundation often felt just out of reach. Many of us compensated by dimming our power. We doubted ourselves, held back, silenced our desires, and dimmed our divine light, all in the name of being acceptable, likeable, or safe. We normalised self-shrinking and traded our wildness for a fragile sense of belonging; in society, in relationships, and sometimes even within ourselves.

After a while, we realised that the performative versions of womanhood had left us exhausted and disconnected. We had been choosing survival over sovereignty and harmony over honesty. Being diagnosed with depression became strangely normalised; almost a common rite of passage for women navigating the demands of modern life.

Often, this kind of spiritual awakening unfolds naturally when the world feels the absence of a strong, stable masculine presence. If men have traditionally been seen as the protectors of the material world and women as the guardians of the spiritual and emotional realms, what happens to the female body and spirit when that balance is disrupted? When the masculine principles of safety, structure, and direction weaken externally, many women begin cultivating those qualities within themselves.

From this imbalance, something beautiful emerges: women who are willing to create their own world. Within this new inner landscape, masculine and feminine energies dance together in one body, creating a state of flow between apparent opposites: structured yet fluid, disciplined yet soft, providing yet nurturing, independent yet abundant.

This proves that women can truly do it all. We carry the weight of the world on our shoulders, fall into the depths, walk through hell, and rise again; but this time with bigger angel wings and a different kind of smile. Mothers, lovers, maidens, wild women, warriors, magicians, and crones—the feminine adapts to every season of life. She exists in a constant state of transformation. We are no longer confined to narrow roles that force us to suppress our voices, our desires, or our creative power. We refuse to enter rooms that make us feel smaller. We will no longer silence ourselves simply to keep the peace.

Conscious of our immense capacity to create and build, we now move from a place of courage rather than fear.

The feminine has not simply awakened. She has come home to herself. And we are the living embodiment of that sacred return; the new teachers, lighting the way for generations to come.