By Elizabeth M. Johnstone | wordflowstudio.blog

This isn’t just a blog. It’s a mirror. It’s a wake-up call. It’s a love letter to every woman who’s ever given too much and gotten too little.

Introduction: A Letter To My sisters

Hey sis. I’m so glad you’re here.

You didn’t land here by accident. Your spirit led you here — because it’s time.

Girl, Be Stingy with Your Womb isn’t just a catchy phrase. It’s a whole movement. A battle cry. A love letter. A reminder that your body, your heart, and your dreams are sacred ground — not a public playground.

This isn’t your typical book filled with sugar-coated advice and tired cliches. No. This is raw. This is real. This is the conversation we should have had a long time ago. One woman pulls another woman aside. She looks her dead in the eye and says: “You don’t have to break yourself to be worthy of love.” “You don’t have to give until there’s nothing left of you.” “You are already enough.”

We were taught to give, and give, and give some more. We were taught to nurture everyone but ourselves. We were taught to carry the burdens of others. These include their dreams, their pain, and their mistakes. We carried these even when it crushed our own souls in the process.

But sis, it’s time to lay that weight down.
It’s time we stop confusing sacrifice with love.
It’s time we stop confusing suffering with loyalty.

This movement, this message, is about boundaries. It’s about healing the parts of us we were told to ignore. It’s about finally choosing you. Loudly. Unapologetically. Sometimes we walk away limping. Sometimes we walk away crying. But we still walk away from the heavy chains of other people’s expectations. walk away even if it means crawling, just don’t allow yourself to walk away in a casket.

This blog series will be the slow unveiling of my book, chapter by chapter. It will be dripping with truth and love. It will also include the kind of sister-to-sister honesty we don’t get enough of in this world.

If you’ve ever poured into people who only came to take…
If you’ve ever felt guilty for daring to say “no”…
If you’ve ever handed over your love, your peace, or even your womb to someone who never deserved to stand that close to you…
This space is yours.
Here, you are seen. You are heard. You are honored.

You deserve more than scraps.
You deserve to feel loved, protected, and valued — not only by others, but most importantly, by yourself.

Welcome home, sis.
We’ve got healing to do.
And it’s about damn time.

Each week, a new chapter drops.

Each one will:

Shake a table or two (yes, sis!)
Help you rebuild your self-worth
Teach you to guard your peace like the crown it is
Remind you that your womb—your energy—is not for rent

By the end of the series, the full book will be available as a downloadable eBook. But first—we walk together, one chapter at a time.

Chapter 1: Your Womb Is Not a Charity

We have allowed too many people access to our bodies and emotions. We have given them our time and our futures. They haven’t earned the right. The womb isn’t just a place for babies—it’s symbolic of life, purpose, and creation. Protect it like you would a treasure. Because it is.

Chapter 2: Love Is Not a Transaction

You don’t owe anyone your body in exchange for attention, promises, or validation. Being chosen doesn’t mean being used. Real love doesn’t come with receipts or IOUs.

Chapter 3: Boundaries Are Beautiful

Say no. And when they call you rude, selfish, bitter—say it louder. Boundaries are not barriers to love; they are invitations for the right kind of love to find you.

Chapter 4: Lessons from the Unchosen

Let’s talk about the times we gave too much. The unreturned calls, the ghosting, the baby daddies who forgot they were fathers. These are not just heartbreaks—they are lessons. And each one makes us wiser.

Chapter 5: You Can’t Raise a Man

If you find yourself mothering a grown man, you’re not in a relationship—you’re in a rescue mission. And baby, you’re not his savior.

Chapter 6: Stop Apologizing for Standards

You want a man who prays, provides, and protects? Say it. Don’t settle because they say you’re asking for too much. What they call high maintenance, we call self-respect.

Chapter 7: Healing Isn’t a Destination

It’s a journey—and it’s messy. You’ll cry, you’ll remember, you’ll forgive. Not for them, but for you. Because healing is the most radical act of self-love.

Conclusion: Reclaiming Your Power

Sis, your womb is not for rent. It’s not a trial space. It’s a divine gift. Choose who you share it with like your future depends on it—because it does. walk with your head high, your standards higher, and your womb—stingy and sacred.