A Love Letter to the Good Girls

This is for you if you resonate with Good Girl Syndrome.

When I was at high school, a few friends nicknamed me Hermione Granger.

Honestly, it’s true!

I was the Grade-A student, high achiever, ambitious, clever-clogs. 

I was the know-it-all, swot, teacher’s pet, hand always the first in the air during class, and never, ever got in trouble. 

If you could have awarded a medal for Good Girl, I would have absolutely gone for it.

I would flinch when teachers shouted and keep my mouth firmly shut.

I was the one you could rely on to be sensible. You never would have caught me smoking behind the bins, getting drunk, and certainly never touching drugs. 

I was the “nice” one, the caring one, the one who was wise.

I took school very seriously, and didn’t understand why the kids in my class wanted to mess around and cause havoc because I was there to learn! (I legit actually said that to one of the kids playing up one day).

I was Good Christian Girl Lucy.

I didn’t like causing drama, I didn’t like to show my emotions when I was upset, and I never, ever wanted the boys who I had a crush on to know that I had feelings for them.

Christianity had instilled within me a deep sense of what was, “right”, and, “wrong”, and I always, always, wanted to do what was, “right”. 

I was absolutely going to save myself for marriage, and prided myself in not being slutty.

While today lots of things have changed (LOL), I’ve still been called, “The Good Girl of Sexology”, by two colleagues because I still have an aversion to breaking any kind of rules.

It may be hard to imagine but it’s true!

I still flinch when I feel I’m being told off. Aaaaand I still always try and do the best job ever.  

Yep, still have that Good Girl script running through me, so if you are another Good Girl…

… God, I see you. 

If you’ve always been the sensible one. 

The one who never caused a fuss.

The one who got the good grades in school.

The one who kept her head down and didn’t break the rules.

The one who wanted to be known as the brainbox and the clever one. 

The one who didn’t want to rock the boat, so you just kept it to yourself. 

The one who didn’t want to be judged on her appearance.

Even if today, you are still the Good Woman. 

You don’t say anything when somebody is rude to you.

You smile and keep your voice level even when somebody is acting like a twat and you want to tell them to “FUCK OFF!!!”.

You internalize all of your anger and fear and stuff it deep down inside you.

You like to dress feminine, but not “too much”.

… No no no, never, “too much”.

Not a slut. Not sexy like “those” girls.

You’ve never wanted to be one of, “those” girls, because you were the Good One who never got into trouble. 

Oh yes, I see you. 

Good Girl Syndrome is something every woman suffers with, by the way.

(And many men suffer with Good Boy Syndrome, but that’s for another time.)

So if this resonates with you, take a deep breath and sigh it out.

Then tell yourself this:

I don’t need to be Good anymore.

I don’t need to suck it up anymore.

I don’t need to behave anymore.

I am allowed to take off my bra and let it all out.

I can be as cheeky, saucy, rampant, naughty, and rebellious as I want- AND know that it doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.

I can live from my pussy and pleasure, and have a bloody good time while doing it. 

I can twerk, grind, and lick my lips.

It doesn’t make me any less soul-led or heart-centered.

I can dance in both and embody all of them. 

Goodbye, Good Girl.

I’m going to be me instead.

If you’re ready to shake off your inner Good Girl, then The Shameless Woman is definitely for you.

So how does that sound?

If you’re in, hit this link, or email me at lucy@lucyrowett.com and we can book a call and see if The Shameless Woman is right for you. 

Oodles of love,

Lucy