There are moments life pushes you into corners you never imagined standing in.
Moments that strip you bare in front of the world, forcing you to decide whether to hide or to tell the truth.
This is one of those moments — the one where I become shameless……
Recently , I had what I can only describe as a mental and emotional breaking point.
I shared something deeply personal, something raw and painful…..on social media.
It wasn’t about seeking attention or empathy as many would think, It was about releasing the weight I had been carrying for too long in silence.
I needed to breathe again.
But this post isn’t about that moment itself.
It’s about the shame that came rushing in afterward, the kind that society tries to hand women whenever they choose to speak instead of stay silent.
After I shared my truth, the messages poured in.
Some were full of love, concern, and compassion.
But many carried something else……that familiar tone of quiet disapproval.
“You shouldn’t put your private life out there.”
“You’re giving people something to talk about.”
“Don’t let the world know you have problems.”
“You’re better off staying silent.”
To be honest, those words hurt. I won’t pretend they didn’t.
But what hurt even more was realizing how normal they’ve become.
Why is silence still the standard for women, even when it costs us our peace?
Why do we glorify endurance over honesty?
But here’s what I’ve learned: shame is the tool of the oppressor.
It’s the rope used to bind the mouths of women who dare to speak.
It’s the weapon used to keep us quiet so the world can stay comfortable.
And I refuse to carry what doesn’t belong to me…….
We are taught to endure quietly, to protect appearances, to “be good.”
But what happens when that goodness becomes the very thing that breaks you?
I’ve carried enough of that kind of shame in my life.
Shame for speaking when I was expected to stay quiet.
Shame for choosing myself when I was told to settle.
Shame for saying, “This hurts,” in a world that prefers women who smile through it.
And now? I’m done with it.
The world already has enough women who know how to keep quiet.
Enough women who are private, polite, and perfect.
Enough women who swallow their pain to protect their image.
Enough women who know how to be “good wives,” how to stay silent, how to carry shame with grace.
The world already has plenty of them.
It doesn’t need me to join them.
I’m okay with being different.
I’m okay with being loud-mouthed.
I’m okay with being open.
I’m okay with being shameless.
Because the truth is…… silence never saved anyone.
So no, I will not hide.
I will not whisper.
I will not water down my story to make others comfortable.
This is why I have no shame.
Because I am not the one who should.
Because I am a woman who stood up when everyone told her to sit down.
Because I am still here, and that alone is victory.
If you’ve ever been made to feel ashamed for surviving, for speaking, or for choosing yourself…… I hope you know that your voice is not a crime.
You don’t have to be quiet to be strong.
You don’t have to hide to be safe.
You don’t have to apologize for saving yourself.
This is me, unfiltered, unashamed, and still standing.
And I refuse to carry your shame.
With Love,
Beks 💜
“Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them… everything exposed by the light becomes visible.”
— Ephesians 5:11–13 (NIV)
PS- If you or someone you know is experiencing abuse or emotional harm, please seek for help.
You are not alone. Your story matters.
Beks Unfiltered 