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This collection includes 5 protein-rich and 4 fiber-rich smoothies crafted for nourishment, fullness, and sustainable energy. Each recipe includes ingredients, measurements, approximate macros, and a combined shopping list.
🥤 Protein-Rich Smoothies
1. Blueberry Oat Protein Smoothie (~300 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • 25 g rolled oats (~¼ cup)
• • 1 scoop (25 g) protein powder
• • ½ cup nonfat Greek yogurt
• • ½ cup unsweetened almond milk
• • ½ small banana (35 g)
• • ½ cup frozen blueberries
• • Ice cubes
Protein: 30 g | Carbs: 32 g | Fats: 3 g | Fiber: 4 g
2. Chocolate Banana Smoothie (~310 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • 1 scoop chocolate protein powder
• • 1 small banana (70 g)
• • 1 tbsp peanut butter
• • ½ cup unsweetened almond milk
• • ½ cup Greek yogurt
• • 1 tbsp chia seeds
• • Ice cubes
Protein: 32 g | Carbs: 28 g | Fats: 8 g | Fiber: 5 g
3. Strawberry Vanilla Smoothie (~280 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • 1 scoop vanilla protein powder
• • ¾ cup frozen strawberries
• • ½ cup Greek yogurt
• • ½ cup almond milk
• • 1 tbsp rolled oats
• • ½ tsp vanilla extract
Protein: 28 g | Carbs: 25 g | Fats: 3 g | Fiber: 4 g
4. Tropical Protein Smoothie (~290 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • 1 scoop protein powder
• • ½ cup frozen pineapple
• • ½ cup frozen mango
• • ½ cup Greek yogurt
• • ½ cup coconut water
• • 1 tbsp flaxseed
Protein: 27 g | Carbs: 30 g | Fats: 4 g | Fiber: 5 g
5. Coffee Almond Smoothie (~300 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • 1 scoop vanilla protein powder
• • ½ cup brewed coffee (cold)
• • ½ cup almond milk
• • ½ frozen banana
• • 1 tbsp almond butter
• • 1 tbsp rolled oats
• • Ice cubes
Protein: 29 g | Carbs: 26 g | Fats: 7 g | Fiber: 4 g
🥬 Fiber-Rich Smoothies
1. Green Apple Oat Smoothie (~280 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • 25 g rolled oats (~¼ cup)
• • 1 tbsp chia seeds
• • 1 tbsp flaxseed
• • ½ green apple (with skin)
• • ½ cup spinach
• • 1 cup almond milk
• • Ice cubes
Protein: 8 g | Carbs: 26 g | Fats: 8 g | Fiber: 9 g
2. Avocado Kiwi Smoothie (~260 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • ½ medium avocado
• • 1 kiwi
• • 1 tbsp chia seeds
• • ½ cup spinach
• • 1 cup almond milk
• • 1 tsp honey (optional)
Protein: 6 g | Carbs: 22 g | Fats: 10 g | Fiber: 8 g
3. Berry Flax Smoothie (~240 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • ½ cup frozen mixed berries
• • 1 tbsp flaxseed
• • 1 tbsp chia seeds
• • ½ cup Greek yogurt
• • ½ cup almond milk
• • ¼ banana
Protein: 9 g | Carbs: 24 g | Fats: 6 g | Fiber: 9 g
4. Carrot Ginger Smoothie (~230 kcal)
Ingredients:
• • ½ cup chopped carrots (steamed or raw)
• • ½ orange (peeled)
• • ½ apple (with skin)
• • 1 tbsp chia seeds
• • 1 tsp grated ginger
• • 1 cup almond milk
Protein: 5 g | Carbs: 25 g | Fats: 5 g | Fiber: 8 g
The 7-Day Smoothie Plan features a variety of healthy smoothies, each with estimated calorie counts ranging from 260 to 300 kcal. It includes recipes using ingredients like fruits, spinach, Greek yogurt, and almond milk. Tips for calorie modification and protein enhancement are provided, along with a preparation guide for freezing ingredients.
7-Day Smoothie Plan with Calories
✅ Day 1: Berry Spinach Bliss (~270 kcal)
1 cup mixed berries (70 kcal)
1 small banana (90 kcal)
1 handful spinach (10 kcal)
½ cup low-fat Greek yogurt (50 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
✅ Day 2: Tropical Green (~280 kcal)
½ cup mango (50 kcal)
½ cup pineapple (40 kcal)
½ avocado (120 kcal)
1 handful kale (15 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
✅ Day 3: Mango Banana Dream (~290 kcal)
1 small banana (90 kcal)
½ cup mango (50 kcal)
½ cup low-fat Greek yogurt (50 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
1 tsp chia seeds (20 kcal)
✅ Day 4: Chocolate Peanut Butter Treat (~300 kcal)
1 small banana (90 kcal)
1 tbsp peanut butter (90 kcal)
1 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder (15 kcal)
½ cup Greek yogurt (50 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
✅ Day 5: Cucumber Pineapple Refresher (~260 kcal)
½ cup pineapple (40 kcal)
½ cucumber (~10 kcal)
½ avocado (120 kcal)
½ cup Greek yogurt (50 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
✅ Day 6: Berry Banana Flax (~280 kcal)
1 cup mixed berries (70 kcal)
1 small banana (90 kcal)
½ cup Greek yogurt (50 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
1 tsp flaxseed (20 kcal)
✅ Day 7: Green Glow-Up (~270 kcal)
½ cup pineapple (40 kcal)
½ avocado (120 kcal)
1 handful spinach (10 kcal)
½ banana (45 kcal)
½ cup almond milk (30 kcal)
🌟 Notes:
✅ You can reduce calories slightly by:
— Using less avocado (¼ instead of ½, saves ~60 kcal)
— Swapping non-fat Greek yogurt (~35 kcal per ½ cup)
— Skipping nut butter on Day 4 (minus ~90 kcal)
✅ You can increase protein by adding a scoop of protein powder (~100 kcal) to any of them if you like!
✅ These are rough estimates , exact calories depend on brands and portion sizes. Track everything for acccuracy.
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FREEZER PREP GUIDE FOR 7-DAY SMOOTHIES
✅ What you’ll prep & freeze
All fruits + veggies (washed, peeled, chopped)
Avocado (optional to freeze or use fresh , freezes well if peeled & sliced)
Portion everything into ziplock bags or containers by day
Do NOT freeze:
Greek yogurt (keep in fridge)
Almond milk (add fresh when blending)
Nut butter, seeds, cocoa (keep dry, add when blending)
Kefir is a powerful probiotic drink known for improving digestion, supporting immunity, and restoring gut health. But when you take it can make a difference. Here’s what I’ve personally found most effective:
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1. Morning (On an Empty Stomach)
Best for Gut Health
Taking kefir first thing in the morning allows the probiotics to reach the gut more effectively, as your stomach is less acidic. It sets a good tone for digestion and energy throughout the day.
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2. With or After Meals
Gentle on the Stomach
If you’re sensitive to fermented foods, having kefir alongside or after a meal can buffer any bloating or discomfort. Plus, it enhances digestion and nutrient absorption.
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3. Evening or Before Bed
Calming & Restorative
Kefir contains tryptophan and calcium, both known to promote relaxation and sleep. Taking it at night may support overnight gut repair and give you a calmer sleep.
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Quick Tips
Start small: ¼ to ½ cup is enough for beginners.
Avoid taking it too close to antibiotics – give it a few hours.
If you’re doing intermittent fasting, remember kefir breaks your fast.
Disclaimer: This guide is based purely on personal experience and what has worked for me. It is not intended as medical advice. Always consult your doctor or dietitian if you have any underlying health conditions.
This chapter emphasizes the importance of setting boundaries to protect one’s emotional and spiritual well-being. It underlines that prioritizing self-worth is not selfish but essential for personal growth. The narrative of Faith illustrates the consequences of neglecting boundaries and encourages women to reclaim their power by rejecting exploitation and choosing genuine love, peace, and respect.
Sis, let’s be clear, your womb is sacred. And I’m not just talking about the one in your body. I’m talking about the womb of your soul, your time, your energy, your love, your dreams. That inner sanctuary where life, vision, purpose, and legacy are conceived? That is not public property. And the moment you start treating it like it is, the world will take full advantage.
That’s why boundaries aren’t just helpful, they are holy. They are the gatekeepers of your peace. The protectors of your power. They are how you say to the world, “Not everyone gets access to me.” When you’re stingy with your womb, it doesn’t mean you’re bitter or selfish. It means you finally know your value, and you’re done negotiating it.
You see, the problem isn’t that people ask for too much. We’re so afraid of losing them. We give what we’re not even willing to lose: ourselves. We give them emotional access, physical access, financial access then sit in silence when they drain us dry. We stretch ourselves for love that doesn’t even stretch to understand us. But sis, being everything for everyone is not your purpose. That’s not love, it’s bondage.
Story Time: Based on real life experience and shared with permission
Faith was the kind of woman who gave too much too soon. She loved too deeply too fast. She forgave too often too easily. Not because she was naive, but because she believed in people. In their potential. In their words. In their “I’m trying.” She wasn’t stupid. She was soft. And the world had taught her that softness was weakness, so she tried to toughen up. But every time she looked at him, her edges melted.
His name was Eli. And Eli? Whew, Eli had the kind of smile that made you forget your common sense. The kind of man who could preach loyalty with his lips while juggling other women behind your back. Faith met him in church, because of course she did. He played keys in the worship band. He quoted Scripture with the same mouth. Later, he whispered, “You’re the only woman I’ve ever really seen myself building with.”
He wasn’t perfect, but he was “trying,” and Faith? She was in her restoration era. So she overlooked the red flags and called them “growth.” She cooked. She prayed over him. She slept next to him even when the space between them felt like a continent. She lent him money he never paid back. Took Plan B like vitamins. Believed every time he said, “Babe, I’m just going through a phase.” Because he promised her forever, if she could just be patient.
Then one day, he dropped the line that would ruin her life: “If you give me a child, I’ll marry you.”
Faith cried that night. But not out of fear, out of hope. Out of relief. She thought this was it. The missing puzzle piece. The baby would make him stay. The ring would finally come. The family she always dreamed of would finally be real.
She got pregnant in August. Told him in September. By October, his phone was “off.” By November, his Instagram was wiped clean, except for one post: Him. Another woman. Caption: “God’s timing is perfect.”
She stared at that photo from the hospital bed the night she started bleeding. It was too early to call it a miscarriage, but too late to pretend everything was fine. Alone. In a paper gown. With a half-formed heartbeat trying to cling to a womb now soaked in grief.
Faith broke that night.
And no one knew. Because heartbreak isn’t loud. It’s quiet. It’s the silence after you delete the baby registry. It’s the sobbing in the shower at 2 a.m. It’s the fake smile when someone asks how you’re doing and you say, “I’m good.”
But the pain, sis? The pain taught her what love never did.
Love without boundaries is just slow suicide with good lighting. And Faith? She finally chose to live.
She blocked him. Deleted every message. Took herself to therapy. Sat in rooms that made her feel naked with truth. Cried through journaling. Unfollowed anyone who made her question her worth. And most importantly? She learned how to say no.
No to late-night “wyd” texts. No to situationships disguised as potential. No to men who only showed up when they were hungry for something.
She said no, not out of bitterness, but out of self-respect. No, because her womb had carried enough loss. No, because her soul had done enough bleeding. No, because saying yes to them always meant saying no to herself.
And something amazing happened.
The people who only came to consume her energy? They disappeared. But the ones who loved her with honor, they adjusted. They respected her no. They waited for her yes. They saw her boundaries not as rejection, but as restoration.
And her peace? It didn’t just return, it bloomed.
Today, Faith walks differently. Talks differently. Her phone is dry, but her spirit is hydrated. Her womb is off-limits. Her standards are sky-high. And her smile? It’s not fake anymore.
Because finally, Faith is full of something no man ever gave her: Self-worth.
Sis, you need to know this: saying no is not rejection. It’s redirection. Saying no to disrespect, chaos, and fake love is saying yes to dignity. Yes to healing. Yes to wholeness. The people who get offended by your boundaries were only benefiting from your lack of them.
So go ahead and say it. No, you can’t use me. No, I won’t mother a grown man. No, you don’t get to enter my life, my heart, or my womb without bringing peace, not pain. No, I won’t keep explaining my worth to people who are committed to misunderstanding it. No is a full sentence, and a sacred one.
Boundaries won’t just protect your womb. They will transform your life. They will filter the fake. They will expose the users. They will amplify the love that sees you as a whole woman, not a convenience. And when you set them, you’re not pushing people away. You’re pulling yourself closer. Closer to purpose. Closer to peace. Closer to the woman you were always meant to be.
Your Affirmation:
our boundaries? They are not barriers. They are bridges, sacred, intentional pathways. They lead you straight to the peace you’ve been craving. They guide you to the joy you’ve been robbed of. They help you claim the healing you’re finally ready for.
Don’t let anyone guilt you into believing that self-protection is selfish. You do not owe unlimited access to anyone who drains you. You do not owe it to those who disrespect you. You do not owe it to those who only remember you when it’s convenient for them.
You don’t need to shrink to keep people comfortable. You don’t have to explain your “no.” You don’t have to twist yourself into a softer version just to be accepted.
Protect your womb, every form of it. Your emotional womb. Your physical womb. Your creative womb. Your spiritual womb. Protect it like your future depends on it… because it does.
Repeat after me: “I don’t apologize for preserving my peace.” “I’m not entertaining chaos disguised as love.” “I will no longer negotiate my worth with people who benefit from my silence.”
If someone truly sees your value, they won’t fight your boundaries, they’ll respect them. Because love without respect is manipulation with good PR.
So draw the line. Then decorate it. Name it. Celebrate it. Protect it with your whole chest.
Because, sis? You are not being difficult. You are being clear. And clarity is a love language all on its own.
Sis, it’s time to reclaim your power, one boundary at a time.
Sis, real quick, pause and breathe.
Now grab a pen, your journal, a napkin, the notes app on your phone, whatever is closest.
Take a moment today and write down three things you will no longer tolerate. Be brutally honest. Is it that friend who only calls when they need something? That man who loves your body but not your mind? That job that praises your hustle but breaks your spirit?
Now flip the script.
Write down three things you want more of. Say it out loud: peace, respect, softness, joy, rest, and consistency. Your soul has been whispering these things while life’s noise tried to drown them out.
Because guess what? You’re allowed to want more. And you’re allowed to protect what you already have.
Now draw the line.
Not with anger but with clarity. With grace. With that grown-woman confidence that says: “I love myself enough to stop bleeding for people. They won’t even hand me a Band-Aid.”
Speak the “no.” Say it with your chest. Say it without guilt. “No” is a complete sentence. No apology needed. No backstory required.
Close the doors that leave you tired, second-guessing, and emotionally bankrupt. You are not a rescue mission. You are not a rehab center. You are not a last-minute babysitter, emotional dumpster, or rent solution.
Open only to those who come with love, care, and intention. Do not open to leeches wrapped in charm or chaos dressed in potential.
Then, this part is key, share this chapter with another queen. Yes, her. The one who gives without limits but cries in silence. The one carrying everyone else while no one carries her. Let her know: her womb, her worth, her energy is not up for public consumption.
Let’s make this a movement, not just a moment.
Because we’re not bleeding for crumbs anymore. We’re not begging to be chosen. We’re not auditioning for love.
We’re healing. We’re rising. And we’re stingy with our wombs, just like we should be.
The blog series emphasizes the importance of recognizing genuine love versus transactional relationships. It critiques the societal conditioning that leads women to trade their worth for affection and highlights the dangers of equating love with sacrifice. Authentic love should uplift and nurture, not exploit emotional vulnerabilities or seek control through manipulation.
From the “Girl, Be Stingy with Your Womb” Blog Series by Elizabeth M. Johnstone
“If you have to buy love with your body, it’s too expensive to keep.”
Let’s Talk About Performative Love
Too many of us were taught to trade, not love. Trade our silence for peace. Trade our bodies for commitment. Trade our wombs for belonging. Trade until there’s nothing left to give.
We cook, we clean, we hold him down, we pour in, we shrink, we twist ourselves into emotional pretzels hoping he’ll see us, choose us, value us. And when he doesn’t? We try harder.
Why? Because somewhere along the line, love got marketed to us like a rewards system. Give more, get more. Be “low maintenance,” and you’ll be kept. Be chill, be understanding, be quiet—and eventually, he’ll upgrade you to “wifey.”
Sis… you’re not applying for a promotion, you’re supposed to be in a relationship.
Stop Hustling for Love That Should Be Free
Real love doesn’t come with receipts. You don’t have to earn it by suffering first. You don’t have to qualify for it by playing small or proving your loyalty through heartbreak Olympics.
If you find yourself keeping score, “I gave him a child,” “I stood by him when he had nothing,” “I forgave him more than I should’ve” then babe, you’re not in love. You’re in a transaction.
And what do we know about transactions? They’re only fair when both sides are giving equally. If you’re the only one swiping and he’s just there enjoying the benefits, you’re being robbed in broad daylight, emotionally speaking. Na bado uko hapo, calling it “building.”
Being Chosen Is Not the Same as Being Cherished
We’ve been sold the idea that being “chosen” is the goal. But guess what? People choose based on convenience every day. They choose Uber. They choose fast food. They choose things that don’t challenge them.
Being chosen by a man who doesn’t cherish you is not a flex. If he only chose you because you were the easiest, the quietest, the most available, or the least demanding—you weren’t chosen. You were selected for silence.
Sis, let that sink. You are not a pick-me prize. You are the whole damn table.
Love Shouldn’t Feel Like a Layaway Plan
We’ve all heard it. “He just needs time to grow.” “He’ll change once he gets on his feet.” “He’s a good man, deep down.”
Listen… deep down is not a safe place to live.
You can’t date potential and expect peace. You can’t love a broken man and expect a whole relationship. If you’re doing all the emotional lifting, spiritual investing, and baby-raising, you’re parenting. He’s just “figuring himself out.” Sis, you’re not partnering.
If the only time he’s affectionate is after sex, that’s not love. If he only shows affection when he needs something, that’s not love. If he’s affectionate when he’s feeling guilty, that’s not real love. That’s manipulation with a side of false hope.
Love, Lust, and Lies
Sis, let’s be real, some men will say anything to get access to your womb.
They’ll call it love, but what they really mean is control. They’ll paint futures you didn’t ask for. They’ll whisper sweet nothings that sound like “always and forever,” but really mean, “until I get what I want.”
And the moment you get pregnant? The entire script changes. Suddenly the man who said “we’re in this together” starts disappearing like the last sausage at a family meeting.
Let me tell you about Faith.
Faith was in a “serious” relationship with Brian for three years. He wasn’t perfect, but she loved him. Every time she brought up marriage, he’d brush it off and say:
“Babe, you know you’re my wife already. A ring doesn’t change that.” Hebu tucheke because ni mawhat those?
And Faith, like many of us, believed in the power of love.
One day, Brian dropped the ultimate manipulation line:
“If you have my baby, I’ll marry you.” hey you! can you relate?
Faith got pregnant.
Brian? He ghosted her before she even hit her second trimester. Vanished. No goodbye. No explanation. No prenatal checkup. Just vibes and broken dreams.
How Some Men Use Your Womb Against You
Not every man wants a child out of love. Some want one out of strategy. And you need to learn how to decode it before it costs you your peace.
Here’s what it looks like:
To tie you down: He knows you’re out of his league. Having a baby makes it harder for you to leave.
To avoid marriage but keep access to you forever: He doesn’t want the commitment of a wife. Still, he wants lifetime access to you and your body.
To prove his manhood: He thinks impregnating you boosts his ego, not his responsibility.
To trap you into dependency: He is aware that motherhood will limit your freedom. It will affect your career and choices. These limitations make it easier for him to keep you under control.
It’s cold. It’s real. And sis, it’s happening every day.
How to Spot the Lies Before It’s Too Late
Let’s decode these lines now, so you never fall for them again:
“If you love me, you’ll give me a child.” → Translation: “I want proof of your loyalty, but I’m not offering you commitment in return.”
“A baby will bring us closer.” → Reality: A baby will bring stress, night feeds, and two extra jobs. If your love isn’t built on solid ground, this will break it.
“I’ll take care of everything.” → Ask any single mother how that turned out. If he’s not providing now, he’s not about to level up the moment you start craving mangoes at 3am.
“My family wants us to have a baby.” → Response: “Then let your family carry it. I’m not your family’s surrogacy plan.”
Sis, Your Womb Is Not a Bargaining Chip
If a man truly values you, he will build with you. He will commit to you. He will support your dreams before talking about babies.
If the baby conversation comes before the plan, the commitment, and the emotional security, run. Don’t walk. RUN.
Love Should Water You, Not Drain You
If love only shows up when you’re sacrificing, hustling, and bending—that’s not love. That’s spiritual labor dressed up as romance.
You deserve a love that doesn’t test your body before trusting your heart. You deserve a love that matches your energy, your value, and your vision.
If you’re doing all the giving and he’s doing all the taking, it’s not love. It’s a one-sided contract you never signed.
Sis, protect your womb from sweet talk, soft lies, and spiritual frauds. Love isn’t a transaction. It’s a choice. And anyone trying to sell you love through guilt or pregnancy is already bankrupt inside.
Have you ever mistaken love for lust? Or promises for plans? What would you say to the woman you were before you learned how to say no? let me hear from your comment section
💌 Next Up: Chapter 3 – Boundaries Are Beautiful
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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.
From the “Girl, Be Stingy with Your Womb” Blog Series by Elizabeth M. Johnstone
“Sis, repeat after me: My womb is not a halfway house for broken promises.”
The Power of ‘No’
Sis, Let’s Talk.
Not as strangers. Not as rivals. But as real women who have lived. We carried weight that wasn’t ours and loved people who didn’t know how to love us back. We were told to sit still and stay quiet while we bled for everyone but ourselves. We’ve watched the world try to stuff us into boxes and call it womanhood. Boxes built from tradition, pressure, sacrifice, and silence. In those boxes, we’re not valued for who we are, but for how much we can give. Give love. Give time. Give peace. And especially give our wombs.
From the moment our bodies start to bloom, hips rounding, breasts budding—the questions start flying in like vultures. “Clock is ticking, girl.” “Mtoto anakuja lini?” “Your time is coming, don’t wait too long.” Some of it comes as jokes. Some as advice. But all of it carries the same weight: Your womb defines your worth.
The world celebrates us not for our minds. It is not for our fire or our freedom either. We are celebrated for our potential to bring life into the world. And if we don’t? We’re judged. Whispered about. Called incomplete. Ungrateful. Even cursed. And yet nobody pauses to ask if we even want what they’re demanding. Nobody teaches us how to say no, not to tradition, not to pressure, not even to our own internalized expectations.
I want you to hear this clearly. There is no filter and no apology. Motherhood is beautiful when it’s a choice. It is not a chore. It is not a default setting. It is not a debt you owe society.
This blog series is not just a rebellion, it’s a homecoming. It’s for the woman who’s tired of feeling like her body is up for public discussion. It’s for the woman who dreams of a full life, with or without a child. It’s for the woman who wants to redefine what success, joy, and legacy look like on her own terms. It’s for the one who’s finally realized that just because she can carry life, doesn’t mean she has to. She won’t do it for the wrong man. She won’t do it in the wrong season. She definitely won’t do it to prove anything to anyone.
Let me say it again for the people at the back: You don’t owe your womb to anyone. Not your mama. Not your man. Not culture. Not your past self. Not even your dreams from five years ago. You are allowed to change. You are allowed to protect yourself. You are allowed to choose you.
Because the truth is that many of us were taught how to give, but not how to guard. We were praised for how well we could pour, but never taught how to refill. They instructed us on serving and keeping a man. We were taught how to bear children. But who taught us how to say: “No, I won’t carry your emotional baggage.” “No, I won’t birth a child to fix a broken relationship.” “No, I won’t offer my womb like it’s on clearance.”
So let’s unlearn the guilt that says we’re selfish for putting ourselves first. Let’s rewrite the script that says fulfillment can only come from diapers and dinner plates. Let’s question the narrative that says our value ends where motherhood hasn’t begun. Because the only person who gets to decide what your womb is for, is you.
You are not just a womb. You are a whole woman. A creator. A builder. A healer. A vessel of power. And that power? It’s sacred. It’s rare. It’s not for rent. Not for trials. And definitely not for potential.
So, my sister, let’s talk. Let’s talk about healing. About wholeness. About saying no and not explaining it. About reclaiming our right to rest. To breathe. To choose. Let’s talk about the womb as something spiritual, not transactional. Let’s discuss what it means to be stingy. We have learned this viewpoint not due to a lack of love. Instead, it’s because our love, energy, and womb must be earned.
You Are Not a Charity Case
Too many of us, aki sisi, have treated our wombs like community outreach programs. You know, like a free initiative funded by emotional exhaustion and sponsored by generational pressure. We’ve handed out access like we’re running a CSR project –“Corporate Suffering and Rejection.” We’ve given love to men who couldn’t even commit to a dinner reservation, let alone a future. We’ve given time to people who had nothing to offer back but chaos and confusion. And let’s not even discuss the energy–nguvu zote. We’ve invested it in situations that were already on fire when we got there. Like firefighters in heels, showing up to fix what we didn’t burn. We convinced ourselves to give a little more. We stayed a little longer. We bent a little further. We thought they’d finally see our worth. We thought they’d love us more. We believed they’d respect us more. We hoped they’d choose us.
But here’s the truth, sis: You can’t pour yourself into someone and expect them to hold you like you matter. If all they came with was a leaky cup and a sense of entitlement, they can’t.
Hata kama ni charity, there should at least be an application process and a waiting list! You are not a public service. You’re not a womb-for-hire. You’re not a life coach in lingerie. You’re a whole empire and not everyone deserves citizenship. Your womb is not a charity. Not a daycare. Not a donation drive. Not a fix-it shop for broken boys.
Motherhood Is Beautiful, When It’s a Choice
Let’s say it louder, clearer, and with our whole chests: Motherhood is divine—but only when it’s your decision. Not when it’s demanded. Not when it’s forced. And definitely not when it’s used as a measuring stick for your value as a woman.
You don’t owe motherhood to society. Society is out here shouting “legacy” and “future generation” while doing absolutely nothing to help you raise these so-called legacies. They’ll pressure you to have a baby, then disappear faster than a deadbeat baby daddy when you ask for support. Suddenly, everyone is too busy to babysit. They are broke when it’s time for school fees. They become blind when the baby daddy vanishes into thin air like a Safaricom bonus.
You don’t owe your body to tradition either. Listen—some of these “cultural expectations” are just outdated rules made by people who were terrified of powerful women. Auntie wa kijiji wants to know when you’ll give the clan a child. Yet she won’t contribute even a teaspoon of cow milk if the child gets sick. Don’t let outdated customs pressure you into a permanent situation with temporary people.
And you definitely do not owe your womb to someone who hasn’t earned the right to be there. Let’s stop giving VIP access to people who don’t even qualify for general admission. If he hasn’t proven he can lead, provide, love, or protect, then he’s not worthy. If he can’t even reply to a full text message – bana, hiyo ni pass ya kumtoa line, si kumpa mtoto. Carrying life for a man who can’t even carry a conversation? Nah. We are not doing that in 2025.
You are so much more than your ability to carry life. Your value is not based on how many children you produce. It is based on who you are. It’s also based on what you build, what you believe in, and how boldly you choose yourself. You are worthy, period. WORTHY when you’re single. WORTHY when you’re child-free. WORTHY if you choose adoption. You are WORTHY even if you never carry life in your womb. You give life through your words, art, kindness, or wisdom.
So next time someone asks, “When are you giving us a baby?” Take a deep breath. Smile sweetly and say, “Maybe one day I’ll pop a baby if I ever want to. Right now, I’m busy giving birth to boundaries. I am protecting my peace and cutting off bullshit like you.”
Your Womb Is Sacred Space
Let’s get one thing straight: your womb isn’t just about babies. Society has spent centuries reducing it to a baby factory. It’s like you were born to just push out mini humans on demand. But plot twist, sis—your womb is so much more than a nine-month lease for somebody’s legacy.
Your womb is a seat of power. It’s where your instincts whisper when something feels off, even if your mind’s still negotiating. It’s where your deepest creativity thrives. This creativity births ideas, visions, dreams, and empires. Sometimes it even sparks drama, but that’s beside the point. It’s the center of your emotional truth—the place you feel things before they ever make sense. That gut feeling that told you “this man ain’t it”? Yeah. That was her.
Inside that sacred space, dreams are conceived. Not just babies. Big, wild, audacious dreams. The ones that terrify and excite you. That’s where they start. Your womb is where boundaries should take root—not just babies. Boundaries that say, “No, I won’t mother a grown man.” They also say, “No, you don’t get access to me just because you’re consistent with morning texts.”
It’s also the place where your voice gets louder. Where silence becomes heavy and truth becomes impossible to swallow. That’s the womb energy. It occurs when you stop shrinking. It is when you stop making yourself digestible for people who are committed to misunderstanding you.
So let me ask you something real: Would you hand your house keys to a complete stranger? No? Would you give them the PIN to your M-Pesa? Would you say, “Hey, here’s the password to my entire life—don’t steal anything!”?
Exactly.
Why are we out here handing over our wombs? We are entrusting our futures to men who don’t even know how to communicate without emojis. Why are we letting part-time people make lifetime deposits in sacred places? Why are we letting emotionally unavailable folks make spiritual withdrawals like it’s a free trial?
Excuse me, this is not a walk-in uterus clinic. Na hakuna sample days hapa – insert dem wa facebook’s voice here “sina mayai ya experiment”
Your womb is a vault. A temple. A legacy in motion. And not everyone deserves to step foot in it, let alone leave something behind.
If they haven’t earned your trust, your peace, your respect, then what are they doing there? Sis, protect it like your next chapter depends on it—because it does.
Being Stingy Is Smart, Not Selfish
They may call you selfish. They might call you cold, standoffish, bitter. Some will say, “Umechange, huyu sasa ni snob.”
Good. Let them talk. Let them whisper. Let them write you long paragraphs about how “you’ve changed” like it’s a bad thing. You’re not changing—you’re evolving. You’re healing. You’re enforcing boundaries. You’re growing out of places that made you shrink. And let’s be honest, most of the people accusing you of being “selfish” are just mad. They can’t access you the way they used to. That’s not your problem, that’s their ego.
Let them stare while you raise your standards to heaven level. Let them choke while you calmly say, “No thanks, I’m not interested in situationships anymore.” Let them sit in confusion. Decline emotionally unavailable men. Say no to toxic friendships. Avoid relatives who only call when they need money or drama.
Because being stingy with your womb isn’t rude, it’s revolutionary. You’re not withholding out of spite, you’re protecting what’s sacred. You’re no longer interested in playing host to anyone who doesn’t respect the invitation. You’re no longer offering front-row seats to people who clapped the loudest when your life was falling apart.
It means you finally know your worth, before anyone tries to slap a discount sticker on it. It means you’re done giving out of desperation, guilt, fear, or loneliness. You’re done pouring from an empty cup, sis. You’re not even using the cup anymore. You are drinking straight from the sacred jug of self-love and peace.
And the best part? You’re choosing you first and you’re not apologizing for it.
No more long essays to explain why you said “no.” No more “maybe next time” to things that drain you. No more stretching yourself to be understood in rooms that were never built for your healing.
Because, hear me clearly, your womb is not for public use. It is not a community swimming pool. It is not a test drive center. It is not a “let’s see how it goes” zone. It is not a consolation prize, a bandage for broken men, or a reward for potential.
It is sacred. It is creative. It is powerful. It is ancient wisdom wrapped in flesh and fire. It is the seat of your legacy.
So treat it like the divine treasure that it is. Guard it with boundaries. Crown it with standards. Water it with peace. Speak life into it daily. And only let those with divine intention, proven consistency, and kingdom energy even step near it.
Let them call you whatever they want. You’ll be too busy glowing, growing, and guarding your sacred ground.
When was the last time you gave more than you should have—physically, emotionally, or spiritually?. What would you do differently now, knowing your womb is not a charity? let me hear your thoughts in the comment section and do not forget to Subscribe to WordflowStudio.blog to get the next chapter straight to your inbox.
Elizabeth M. Johnstone’s blog advocates for women’s self-worth and boundaries, emphasizing the importance of valuing oneself over relentless giving. It challenges societal norms that equate love with sacrifice, urging women to protect their emotional and physical space. This ongoing series aims to empower women to reclaim their lives and choices unapologetically.
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.
This Series Is For…
The woman who’s done being everything to everyone
The woman rebuilding after betrayal, burnout, or heartbreak
The woman who wants more—without the guilt
The woman learning to say no and mean it
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By Elizabeth M. Johnstone | Wordflow Studio
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.
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