THE ART OF NOT EXPLAINING YOURSELF… EVER AGAIN
There comes a moment in every woman’s life, usually sometime after 40, somewhere between a heartbreak, a victory, a decent retinol routine, and a glass of champagne, when she looks around and realizes:
“Oh… I really don’t have to explain anything to anyone anymore.”
It’s not loud.
It’s not dramatic.
It doesn’t come with a parade or a certificate.
It’s quiet.
It’s peaceful.
It’s luxurious.
And I swear to you, it feels like freedom with a side of Dior.
For years, decades even- I explained myself.
I explained why I didn’t want to be friends with someone anymore.
Why I didn’t go to an event.
Why I didn’t answer a text.
Why I set boundaries like a responsible adult instead of a walking welcome mat.
I used to tie myself into emotional pretzels to make other people comfortable.
And then… I healed.
And when you heal, you start to realize how many things were never your responsibility to explain in the first place.
If I don’t want to go somewhere?
“I’m not coming.”
No thesis statement.
If someone hurts my feelings?
I don’t give a PowerPoint presentation about it.
If I remove myself from a situation, a family member, a group chat, a relationship, that’s my God-given right.
Not a committee vote.
The art of not explaining yourself is simply this:
Your peace outweighs their confusion.
And the people who love you?
The people who actually want you to grow, evolve, and flourish?
They never need an explanation. They already understand.
The ones who demand explanations, chase drama, guilt-trip you, or make your decisions about them?
Those are exactly the people you should never explain yourself to.
Ever again.
Now listen, this isn’t about being rude or cold.
It’s about being a grown woman with a healed nervous system and a beautifully curated life.
Peace looks good on you.
And it looks even better when you stop apologizing for choosing it.
So if you need a reminder, here it is:
You don’t owe explanations.
You owe yourself a life that feels like freedom.
And that’s the whole art form.