And you know what happened? People loved it. They laughed. They related. They called me bold.
Being a Sassyboo isn’t about being mean or difficult. It’s about —the playful, unapologetic, loving-but-boundaried version of you that gets things done and has fun doing it. The Moment I Embraced My Sass I used to think “sassy” was a bad thing. Too much. Too loud.
So I tried an experiment. Instead of “Sure, no problem,” I said: “I’d love to help, but my plate is literally on fire right now. Let’s circle back next week.” Instead of pretending I had it all together, I posted a messy-bun, no-filter selfie with the caption: “Surviving, not thriving. And that’s okay.”