Yes, not only do I hate Crocs because they’re ugly enough to trigger a mini-seizure, but they also became the perfect symbol for everything I needed to outgrow in myself. I reached a point where I was tired of shrinking, tired of carrying everyone else, and tired of pretending I was okay while running on empty. Everyone ate off my plate, but nobody helped me cook, and I realized I had created that dynamic by choosing comfort over truth. That is the moment Burn Your Crocs became my philosophy. It was about burning the version of me who stayed quiet, safe, and small because it made other people comfortable.
Burning my Crocs meant letting go of the woman who tolerated too much, the woman who kept the peace by hurting herself, the woman who accepted the bare minimum, and the woman who dimmed her own light so others could shine. That version of me had to die. The soft life is not candles and pretty drinks. The real soft life is sacrifice. It is walking away from people who drain you, choosing solitude instead of chaos, choosing peace instead of attention, and saying no without guilt. A soft life requires discipline, loss, boundaries, and brutal honesty with yourself.
Burn Your Crocs also means giving yourself permission to grow. It means trying new things, thinking for yourself, and learning what you actually like without waiting for approval. It means liking what you like even if it goes against the grain. It means building the life that feels right in your spirit. It means trusting your own voice more than anyone else’s. When you burn your Crocs, you stop shrinking, you stop apologizing, and you stop letting old rules decide who you get to be now. You start living for yourself instead of performing for everyone else.
Your comfort zone will ruin your life. It keeps you stuck, small, and loyal to old versions of yourself that no longer fit. Burning your Crocs means stop choosing easy and start choosing you. Growth hurts at first, but staying the same hurts even more. If you are reading this, you already feel that shift. You are outgrowing people, patterns, and places that cannot grow with you. You are learning who you are, what you love, and what you will no longer tolerate. You are stepping into the woman you were always meant to be.
This space is for women who are done playing small. This is the real soft life. Not the aesthetic, but the earned peace that comes from boundaries, growth, healing, and choosing yourself even on the hard days. I write from real experience. Working, parenting, schooling, cleaning, sacrificing, and pushing myself even when no one clapped for me. This is the space where we stop pretending, where we stop settling, and where we burn every version of ourselves that held us back.
Welcome to Burn Your Crocs.
Burn Your Crocs 