True rebellion isn’t harmful. It’s beautiful.

Our impulse to rebel is born from a desperate hunger to know ourself. Our truest self. The one we are shamed from. Trained away from. The one we are told not to trust. Not to show. The one we are taught to keep quiet. To keep hidden.

It’s an act of examining all the things we’ve been told and discovering firsthand if those beliefs ring true to us.

True rebellion is where we look society in the face and say, “I understand what you want me to be, but I’m going to show you who I actually am.”

Because that’s love. And a rebel speaks ONLY from a place of love.

It’s often the only way we make it back home. To ourselves.

Stand up, rebel. Come home. It’s time.