Ol school jams in the kitchen. Hands in soil. Planting my String of hearts while untangling the Madonna/Whore narrative that tried to split me in two. For too long I was planted in stories that weren’t mine—too holy to be desired, too human to be respected. Boxed in. Split. Never just allowed to be. But s#tring of hearts grows best when it has something to trail toward. Just like me. Tonight I’m rooting myself in truth: ➤ I am both soft AND strong. ➤ Sensual AND sacred. ➤ Whole. Not split. Old school in my ears. New roots in my hands. This is what unraveling the dichotomy looks like. 🪴🎶 — Sound on if you grew up on the good stuff. #StringOfHearts #MadonnaWhoreComplex #HealingJourney #OldSchoolJams BothAnd WholeNotSplit PlantingRoots KitchenDances EmotionalIntelligence Old school jams in the kitchen. Hands in soil. Planting string of hearts while untangling the Madonna/Whore narrative that tried to split me in two. For too long I was planted in stories that weren’t mine—too...