Let Her Eat Cake
Guilty Pleasure, Guilt-Free
What if your guilty pleasures weren’t shameful, but freeing? Those late-night bites and cheesy shows aren’t indulgences, but they’re rebellions. It’s time to embrace your wild, soft, unapologetic self.
Soft Is a Power Move
I used to feel bad for loving the soft stuff. An entire $9 organic chocolate bar on a whim. An extra-long bath when I “should” be working. The 800-calorie dessert before a fine dinner. Silly pop songs I know all the words to.
They weren’t elegant. They weren’t “productive.” But they were pure pleasure.
Burn the Rulebook
The phrase guilty pleasure has always felt a little dramatic. It’s like you’re confessing to a crime for simply enjoying being human. Let’s unpack that.
Why is enjoying something harmless so often coated in shame?
We’re taught to earn joy. To hustle for rest. But most of our so-called guilty pleasures are actually moments of alignment. Moments when we return to ourselves. When life feels sacred.
Your Cravings Aren’t a Crime
Think about it:
The trashy show that lets you finally not think.
The extra pastry because life is too short for half-fed desires.
Singing loudly in the car like you’re 17 again.
Buying flowers for no one but you.
Reading that steamy novel that isn’t remotely “literary.”
Let the Wild In
Are these really guilty? Or are they deeply soul-satisfying?
For years, I’ve started seeing them differently. Less as indulgences, more as private rituals. They’re not weaknesses. They’re reminders. A way to check back in with the self we sometimes silence. The self that wants softness, chaos, and delight. The one who doesn’t need to explain why she likes what she likes.
When we approach our desires with curiosity instead of judgment, we learn things. We find that our cravings are more complex, more human, and often more nourishing than we let ourselves believe.
It’s not about mindless self-indulgence. It’s about mindful permission.
So can we reframe it?
Your guilty pleasure is simply your most honest way of teasing with freedom.
Own the Damn Pleasure
Next time you reach for something you love but secretly judge, pause and ask:
What does this give me emotionally? Why do I think I shouldn’t have it? Who taught me that?
A lot of times, that internal guilt is just someone else's voice squatting in your mind. And it’s time to kick the freeloader out.
Eat the Cake Like You Mean It
Will you always get that second or final dessert? Not always. But when you do—make it a true ceremony.
When you stop moralizing your pleasure, it stops owning you. Suddenly, the molten chocolate cake isn't a test of discipline but just a dessert. Holy, yes. But not haunted. Even pizza loses its halo of sin when you’re not punishing yourself for eating like you love being alive.
Desire only becomes dangerous when it’s denied air. Indulge it with awareness, and obsession melts.
Because here’s the sanity above the guilt:
There is nothing “little” about a craving that returns you to your body.
To choose joy without apology? That’s spiritual. That’s erotic. That’s power.
Let your pleasure be guilty only if guilt turns you on. Otherwise, name it for what it is:
Rebellion in frosting. Reverence in cheese. A kiss to your wild.
Untamed, as ever.
– Vanessa
🔥What’s your no. 1 secret luxury for how to unwind from life or practice some self-care?