For the girl everyone thinks she’s perfect.

For the girl everyone thinks she’s perfect…

People look at you and say they wish they could live your life.
They say you have no flaws.
No struggles.
No real pain.
They tell themselves your life is a fairytale because of what they see: the smile, the clothes, the car, the outside.

They look at your world and say, “There’s no way a girl like you had it hard.”
They look at your beauty and say, “She has it all.”

But no one ever stops to ask what’s actually going on inside.
They admire your perfect smile… not knowing some days you don’t even recognise the girl in the mirror.
Some days, you wish you could feel what people say they see in you.
You’re just trying to find HER — the girl everyone keeps talking about.

When the day ends, when the noise fades, and it’s just you and the mirror…
that “perfect girl” disappears.

You try to hold yourself together, but you can’t.
You break down.
Because inside, you feel lost.
You feel alone.
You feel broken, hurt, violated, worthless at times…
Like no one understands the weight you carry.
The scars you hide.
The trauma you never talk about.

You don’t see the HER they speak about.
You’re just trying to stay afloat.

If this is you…
then none of this is a coincidence.
This is meant for you.

People don’t understand how much of you is a façade.
They don’t see your silent battles.
You mastered the art of “fake it till you make it,” hoping one day the perfect image becomes your real life.

Because the one time you tried to speak your truth…
they didn’t believe you.
They said, “Someone like you? No… never.”

You didn’t know whether to feel insulted or invisible.
But you did learn one thing:
the world doesn’t allow you to look like your pain.

So you hid it.
And hiding it became your survival.
Pretending became your second skin.

There are many reasons you’re at this point in your life…
but today, I want to talk about just one.
And by God’s grace, the others will follow in time.

Right now, South Africa is rising up against GBV — and rightfully so.
But I’m not here to talk about the movement.
I’m here to talk about you, the woman who survived what others only debate about.

I’m here to talk about the woman who looks fine on the outside,
but inside feels like something was stolen — something she can never get back.

Maybe that’s you.

You’ve said “I’m okay” so many times that even the closest people in your life believe it now.
But deep inside you lives the little girl — the innocent princess who once dreamed of being HER.
The queen of her own story.
The one who believed in love, softness, safety.

But that dream was robbed.
And now it feels impossible to find the way back.

If you’ve read this far, it means your heart recognised something.
You may be wondering why I’m saying all this.
Where it’s going.

Let me start with the why.

Since I was 15 years old, girls and women have told me stories that shattered my heart and opened my eyes.
Stories about uncles.
Boyfriends.
Stepfathers.
People who were meant to protect you, cherish you, and see you as the princess or queen you are — but instead took from you in ways no one should have to bear.

They didn’t tell me stories.
They handed me pieces of their heart, their confusion, their hurt, their pain.

For years, I asked God,
“Why me? Why these stories? What am I supposed to do with this?”

And through prayer, reflection, and His presence… I finally understood.

This is where it’s going.

This is the first brick of a safe haven.
A place free from judgment.
A place where honesty isn’t punished.
A place where you can whisper, “I’m struggling,” “I’m hurting,” “I feel lost,”
even if the world thinks you’re fine.

A place to remind you:
You are not alone.
You have never been alone.

There are others like you — women who carry beautiful faces and broken hearts.
Women who need a place of belonging.
A place to be heard.
A place to cry freely.
A place where healing is not rushed, and pain is not dismissed.
A place that reminds you there is a way forward.
That HER — the queen, the innocent girl, the light you lost — can rise again.

We are not here to heal you.
Only God can do that.
We are not here to make you worthy.
You were always worthy.
We are here to walk with you as you remember who you are.

For now… I’m starting here.
With you.
With honesty.
With conversations that don’t look away from your pain,
but gently begin to rebuild you.

If you see yourself in this…
If any part of this felt like I was speaking directly to you…

Then you are already part of what we are building.

You are the reason VixenBody exists.

You — the woman everyone thinks is okay.
You — the woman still searching for HER.

VixenBody is not the solution.
Only God can truly heal and restore you fully.

But VixenBody is a promise:

To never ask you to hide who you are.
To honour who you’ve always been.
To walk with you toward who you can still become.

Welcome to the beginning of a haven.
A place for HER.
A place for you.

If this spoke to your heart, you’re welcome to share what you’re feeling in the comments…

or simply leave a 🤍 so I know you’re here.