My baby turned 16 today.
Some nights you don’t have to hold it all. Some nights you’re simply held.
Lai Yin writes for women reclaiming power through biology, language, and somatic leadership.
Some nights you don’t have to hold it all. Some nights you’re simply held.
Plain language on oxytocin prolactin and dopamine in placement. How timing and repetition at release create calm in your body and presence in him.
Sovereignty doesn’t live in the bed. It moves with the woman who holds the space.
Work is where you build your life. You meet your mate where you live. Not where compliance manuals say it is safe.
I didn’t just birth daughters. I birthed flames. They won’t leave my house empty-handed. They will leave carrying the sword I placed.
Inside is not romance. It is not reward. It is the structure where he lands and rests because I said so.
From repetition and drills to Pavlov. BlackPink rehearse until the beat owns them. I install and reward. Hormones do the rest.
Fathers carry what’s left of their children in plastic bags. Bosses keep talking. Allies keep sending weapons.
Before I birthed my daughters, bikinis they were for covering. Today I see them wearing them to be naked in sunlight.
At Matosinhos beach I saw a mother, poised and tattooed like scripture. Her thong flashed. She was the me I stopped becoming.
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