Radical Confidence Looks Bat Shit — and That’s the Point

You know what real confidence is?

It’s not walking into a room like you own it.

It’s walking in like you don’t care who owns it… because you’ve already forgiven yourself for every weird, wild, or questionable thing you’ve ever done. Amen.

Radical confidence is forgiving yourself so deeply that it freaks people out a bit.

They’re side-eyeing you like, “Wait… she’s not even sorry?”

No babe. She’s not. She’s healed, unbothered, and probably planning a bank heist with a biscuit in her pocket.

I made this T-shirt just to honour that energy:

🖤 “I forgive myself for all my sins. Amen. Now where’s that bank? I wanna rob.”

No, I’m not actually robbing a bank — I’m robbing shame of its power. I’m robbing guilt of its grip. I’m breaking into a new mindset where I owe nothing to my past except a laugh.

So yeah — let them think you’re unhinged.

Let them think you’re in a cult.

You’re in a self-love revolution.

And it looks damn good in black.