RebelZva – Anarchy Guru

What advice would you give to your teenage self?

dear 16-year-old Zva (black eyeliner wings sharp enough to cut glass, combat boots two sizes too big, hiding in the library with zines and a broken heart):

• stop trying to be small enough for people to love you. you’re loud, weird, and already perfect. the right ones will run toward the noise, not away from it.

• that boy who says you’re “too much”? he’s not the love of your life. the love of your life is currently riding a harley somewhere, waiting to find you at 22 and prove every insecurity wrong.

• the adults who say “you’ll understand when you’re older” are lying. you already understand more than they ever will. trust your gut.

• dye your hair purple. skip prom. kiss the girl in art class. the world won’t end. it’ll just get brighter.

• your body is not a battleground. it’s a temple. it’s a weapon. it’s yours. no one gets to tell you what to do with it.

• the first time someone puts a collar on you because you asked for it (not because they demanded it), you’ll finally understand what freedom feels like.

• grandma was right: never let them own you. not a man, not a job, not a god. just own yourself.

• one day you’ll wake up next to your soulmate, dominus snoring at your feet, coffee in a pirate mug, and you’ll realize every tear you cried at 16 was just fertilizer for this life.

you’re not broken. you’re becoming.

signed, your 22-year-old self who finally found her pirate, her purpose, and her peace (rebelzva & cptxbonnot forever) 🖤❤️