The Lie I Sold the World (And Myself)

I can still remember the day my book, Own the Game, hit the shelves. It was like a tidal wave of validation crashed over me. Women everywhere were embracing my message: take control, don’t let anyone have the upper hand, and never - ever - let love make you weak. I was the poster child for female empowerment. But here’s what I never told anyone: that book wasn’t about strength. It was about survival. When I wrote those words, I was bleeding. Fresh from a breakup that had shattered me into a million pieces, I didn’t know how to put myself back together. So I decided to change the rules instead.

Looking back, it was like I’d created this armor around myself - an armor of independence and indifference. And I told every woman reading my book to suit up too. We were warriors, fighting against a world that tried to hold us down. But the truth is, Anonymous, that armor has a price tag. For years, it kept me safe from getting hurt… but it also kept me from ever truly being loved. Now? I’m starting to see that maybe real strength isn’t about never letting anyone in—it’s about finding someone worth opening up for.

The irony is not lost on me. The book that made me famous is now the very thing that stands between me and what I truly want: intimacy, connection, love without games or competition. Every man who approaches me is either trying to prove he can handle me or running for the hills assuming I don’t want anything real. But the truth is… I do want real. Desperately. It’s scary as hell to admit that after so long of preaching the opposite. But here it is: my confession to you all today - that sometimes it takes more guts to be vulnerable than it does to pretend you don’t need anyone at all.