Every year on August 8th, the universe opens what is known as the Lions Gate Portal — a powerful energetic alignment between the Sun in Leo, the Earth, and the bright star Sirius. This alignment is said to flood us with high-frequency energy, spiritual downloads, and an amplified ability to manifest our desires.
Why is it called the Lions Gate?
The Sun is in the zodiac sign of Leo, symbolized by the lion — representing courage, heart, and self-expression. The “gate” refers to the opening of a cosmic portal between the physical and spiritual realms, allowing energy to flow more freely.
The Significance of 8/8
The number 8 is tied to abundance, power, and infinite cycles (think of the infinity symbol). On 8/8, that energy is doubled — making it one of the most potent days of the year for calling in prosperity and new beginnings. Seeing 888 is often interpreted as a sign that abundance is on its way.
How to Manifest on the Lions Gate
1. Get clear on what you want — Be specific about your goals in love, career, health, and personal growth. 2. Write it down — Put your intentions on paper to give them form and focus. 3. Visualize it already happening— Feel the emotions as if it’s already yours. 4. Release resistance— Let go of doubts, fear, or old stories that contradict your vision. 5. Take aligned action — The portal amplifies your energy, but action grounds it into reality.
Today isn’t just about wishing — it’s about declaring your worthiness and aligning your actions with your intentions.
Your energy is your currency. Spend it wisely today.
What are you manifesting during this Lions Gate? Share your intentions in the comments below — speaking them into the world is the first step to bringing them to life.
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I was floored when I read his text. At first, I thought it was encouragement. But the more I read it, the more I realized—it wasn’t support at all. It was a perfectly polished example of how women are silenced every single day, often by the people closest to us.
Your last few videos are dragging you down. Block the idiots, move on. You’re better than this. You’re a mom, a grandmother, a homeowner. You have the tools for greatness, stop lending them out, and stop renting space in your head to the enemies. You are a loving, caring person with so much happiness to give and help yourself and others with. Climb out of the cesspool, get a hot bath, put your head up, and show the world the strength of (my name).
Sounds kind, doesn’t it? It’s almost inspiring. But when you read it through a feminist lens, the real message is clear: be quiet. Don’t resist. Don’t call out oppression. Don’t upset anyone. To be clear, he was talking about my “decenter men” tiktok videos. They must’ve struck a chord.
The Psychological Trap of “Nice” Silencing
This is where patriarchy hides best—in “friendly” advice. Women are told to take a bath, cheer up, be softer, and ignore injustice. These words don’t look violent, but they serve the same purpose as outright dismissal. They protect the comfort of men while suffocating the voices of women.
This is what psychologists call gaslighting with concern. You’re made to feel like the problem isn’t the sexism you’re calling out—it’s your reaction to it. It tricks you into silence.
Here’s the truth: women’s voices have always been a threat. That’s why women were burned at the stake. That’s why women writers used pen names. That’s why every generation invents new ways to tell us to hush.
Silence protects the system. Speaking breaks it.
My Confession: I Almost Believed Him
When I first read his message, I felt myself shrinking. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should tone it down. Maybe I’m too angry.
But then I caught it. That’s the trap. The very fact that my voice provoked this kind of response means my words are powerful. My videos struck a nerve. If women’s words were harmless, no one would ever bother trying to shut us up.
The Shocking Truth Most Women Don’t Realize
Here’s what most of us don’t see right away: “encouragement” like this isn’t about us at all. It’s about maintaining order. It’s about reminding women of our “roles”—mom, grandmother, homeowner. Respectable. Contained. Silent.
But patriarchy doesn’t crumble because women behave. It crumbles because women refuse to.
Empowerment: Why We Need to Speak Anyway
Yes, speaking up will make people uncomfortable. Yes, it will cost us relationships. Yes, it will bring pushback—even from friends. But discomfort is the price of dismantling oppression.
Think about it:
Silence never liberated us. Speech did.
Call to Action
If women before us had stayed quiet, we wouldn’t vote.
If women before us had stayed quiet, we wouldn’t work.
If women before us had stayed quiet, we wouldn’t own property.
So the next time someone tells you to tone it down, “rise above,” or be “strong in silence”—don’t. Let that be your cue to turn the volume up.
Because the world doesn’t need quieter women. It needs women who are unapologetic, disruptive, and unafraid to rattle the cages patriarchy built for us.
Wearing Our Words: Why My Shirts Matter
One of the reasons I started Eve’s Apple™ was because I realized something: silence has always been stitched into women’s clothing. For centuries, what we wear has been used to signal submission, modesty, or compliance. But what if clothing could do the opposite? What if what you put on your body wasn’t about shrinking but about speaking?
That’s why my shirts are bold. They aren’t just fabric—they are protest, conversation starters, and armor. When you wear a tee that says “Wives, do not submit. REVOLT!” or “He’s not my head. I wear the crown,” you are speaking before you ever open your mouth. You’re reminding everyone around you that women will not be silenced, not in church pews, not in kitchens, not online, and not in the streets.
Wearing these designs is its own form of resistance. It’s how we say: I’m not toning it down. I’m not staying quiet. I’m not letting patriarchy tell my story. My shirts are for women who refuse to be hushed. For women who want their very presence to dismantle lies we’ve been fed for centuries.
So the next time someone tells you to be quiet, take a bath, or “rise above,” remember—you can also put on your truth, wear it across your chest, and let the world read it out loud.
Your turn: What’s the last thing someone told you not to say? Post it. Speak it. Write it. Share it. Especially share it with me in the comments below.
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Introduction: The Untold Story
Every month, millions of women reach for the same trusted brands of pads and tampons that line store shelves in pastel-colored boxes. They’re marketed as clean, sterile, and safe. But behind the polished ads lies a truth no one wants to talk about: many of these products contain chemicals that can harm your body. We’re talking about pesticides, synthetic fragrances, bleach, and even traces of dioxins — the same group of compounds the World Health Organization has linked to cancer, infertility, and immune disorders.
It sounds unthinkable, right? That products designed for one of the most vulnerable parts of a woman’s body could be toxic. But that’s exactly the dangerous secret hiding in your bathroom drawer.
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Case Study: The Woman Who Almost Didn’t Survive
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Take the story of 24-year-old Lauren Wasser (pictured above), a model whose life turned upside down after using a super-absorbent tampon. She developed toxic shock syndrome (TSS), a rare but deadly condition tied to tampon use. By the time she made it to the hospital, her organs were failing. She survived — but doctors had to amputate her right leg below the knee. A few years later, her left leg followed.
Lauren’s story made headlines, but most women never heard the follow-up: she now calls herself “the girl with the golden legs” and speaks out against the tampon industry, demanding transparency about ingredients. Her case is extraordinary, but it’s not isolated. Women have been reporting complications for decades — only to be silenced by billion-dollar corporations more invested in profit than safety.
Research shows that many of today’s menstrual and intimate care products contain a host of chemicals linked to cancer, disrupt hormones, and unnecessary allergic reactions.
Psychologists call it the halo effect: when something looks polished, we assume it must be good for us. Period product companies use soft colors, floral designs, and words like “fresh” and “natural” to create a subconscious association of safety. But in reality, the FDA doesn’t require these companies to list all their ingredients on the box. Pads and tampons fall under the category of “medical devices,” meaning they dodge the ingredient transparency that even your shampoo has to follow.
Think about that. You know what’s in your $5 bottle of conditioner — but not what’s inside the cotton you’re literally placing against some of the most absorbent tissue in your body.
The Luxury Tax
And if that doesn’t make your blood boil, here’s the kicker: in many states, tampons are still taxed as “luxury items.” Because clearly, bleeding once a month is a glamorous indulgence, right? Imagine calling in to your boss: “Sorry, I won’t be in today. My luxury vacation is back — it’s called a uterus.” It would be funny if it weren’t so insulting.
A Silent Epidemic of Dismissal
Beyond chemical exposure, there’s the issue of cost. Studies show that the average woman spends over $6,000 in her lifetime on period products. For low-income women and girls, this creates what’s called “period poverty.” Some resort to using rags, newspapers, or nothing at all. A 2021 survey revealed that 1 in 5 teenagers in the U.S. struggle to afford period products.
Meanwhile, men’s razors? Deodorant? Shaving cream? All considered “essentials” and often taxed less. The system isn’t broken; it was designed this way.
The Psychology of Silence
Why don’t we hear about this more often? Psychologically, it comes down to taboo and shame. Society has trained women to whisper about periods, to hide tampons up their sleeve when heading to the bathroom, to pretend menstrual blood is dirty. That silence is a gift to corporations because the less women talk, the less accountability these companies face. This is why I started Eve’s Apple™—to challenge what we’ve been told. But silence doesn’t keep us safe. It keeps us exploited.
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Toward Rebellion: What We Can Do
So, what’s the solution? Some women are turning to organic cotton pads, menstrual cups, or period underwear. These alternatives can reduce exposure to toxins — but they’re often more expensive and harder to access. That’s why real change requires both consumer awareness and systemic pressure. We need transparency laws, affordable alternatives, and an end to taxation that treats periods like a luxury instead of a reality.
At Eve’s Apple™, I create shirts that make people stop, read, and question the patriarchy and its foundation: religion. Because every conversation started by a bold statement on your chest chips away at the silence that protects these corporations and the status quo. Wearing truth isn’t just style — it’s rebellion.
Closing Call to Action
Next time you open your bathroom drawer, ask yourself: do you really know what’s in those products? And if the answer is “no,” isn’t it time we demand better?
Women have always carried the burden of silence. But today, we have the power to wear our truth — loudly, unapologetically, and in full view.
Because the most dangerous secret in your bathroom drawer isn’t just what’s inside. It’s the silence around it.
The more we talk about these truths, the more power we reclaim. As women, we need to speak out consistently and let our voices be heard. Silence is what has kept us oppressed. Join the movement—wear the message. Shop Eve’s Apple™ here.
I plan like a woman who knows the system was never built for her — and I plan to win anyway. 👑🍎
1️⃣ Start with your why– Make sure your goal serves you, not society’s expectations. 2️⃣ Break it down – Big dreams become possible when you slice them into daily, doable actions. 3️⃣ Set rebellion deadlines– Timeframes that keep you accountable but flexible enough to pivot. 4️⃣ Track your receipts – Measure progress so you know when to push harder or change direction. 5️⃣ Celebrate small wins – Every step forward is an act of resistance.
I meet my goals by treating Eve’s Apple™ like the revolution it is — I work on it for hours every single day as well as working about 80 hrs a week, breaking big visions into small, relentless steps. Every shirt I design, every story I tell, is another seed planted in the Orchard where women rewrite the story.
It’s not only about making a living but it’s about a revolution. Bringing in the matriarchy. So, why don’t you be my very first sale and help me start the revolution?
Genesis 3 is often taught as “The Fall of Man,” but a feminist reading tells a different story: it’s The Birth of Patriarchy.
Eve didn’t commit a violent act. She didn’t betray anyone. Her “crime” was eating from the Tree of Knowledge — daring to learn something for herself.
Why Knowledge Was Dangerous
In every system of oppression, education is the threat. Keep women ignorant, and you keep them compliant. Let them think for themselves, and they stop obeying without question.
Eve took the fruit. She saw beyond the approved story. She woke up.
And what followed was not just punishment — it was institutional control:
“…Your husband will rule over you.”
That line isn’t about original sin. It’s a political statement disguised as divine law, granting men the right to dominate women for all of history.
The Fall Was a Rise
Eve’s act was the first rebellion against a rule meant to keep her in her place. Her awakening was reframed as humanity’s downfall so no other woman would dare follow her lead.
For thousands of years, the message has been the same: Don’t be like Eve. Don’t question. Don’t seek truth. Because the moment you do, the system loses its grip.
Why We’re Telling It Again
At Eve’s Apple™, we believe Eve’s story isn’t a cautionary tale — it’s a battle cry. We remix these verses and put them on t-shirts because women deserve to be remembered not for bringing “sin” into the world but for exposing the fear at the heart of patriarchy. They are not just a t-shirt but a bold statement. A rebellion.
Our curse was not the fall of man. It was the birth of patriarchy — and we’ve been unlearning that curse ever since.
Then the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground…
That’s right — according to scripture, the original man wasn’t sculpted from gold or silver. Not even marble. Just dust.
And yet, for centuries, women have been told we were the afterthought — the “helpmeet” made from man. Convenient story, right? It puts men at the center, women in the supporting role, and calls it divine order.
Feminism has another take: stay dusty. Not in the literal “skip your shower” way — in the “don’t pedestalize patriarchal origin stories” way. If man was made from dust, maybe it’s time we stop acting like he was born with a crown.
Why We Made This Shirt
The God Made the First Dusty (Remix) tee is a playful jab at the biblical creation myth — and a reminder that the old stories were written by men to keep women in their place. We’re here to remix those verses and give the mic back to women.
People will tell you they “love” you while actively doing things that prove they don’t. They’ll “love” you and lie to you. They’ll “love” you and disappear when you need them most. Some people “love” you the same way I “love” the gym — I like the idea of it, I haven’t been putting in the actual work.
Real love is consistent. It shows up. It doesn’t vanish when you stop being convenient. Until then, “I love you” is just the adult version of “I pinky swear.”
I’ve realized religion set me up for toxic relationships long before I ever dated anyone. A “relationship with God” isn’t like any healthy human connection — it’s often one-sided, built on mystery instead of mutual understanding.
In real relationships, trust grows through shared experiences, open communication, and consistent presence. But with God, you’re told to stay devoted to someone silent, invisible, and unknowable. Loyalty is demanded without reciprocity. You’re asked to believe without seeing, trust without answers, and love without proof.
In any other relationship, those would be red flags. In religion, they’re called faith.
And because I learned to love without reciprocity, I stayed in an 18-year relationship where my loyalty was never matched, my needs never fully met, and my worth was measured only by how much I could endure.
The Conditioning of “Faith”
Religion didn’t just give me a belief system — it trained my emotional reflexes. It taught me that love means giving endlessly, even when nothing comes back. That silence is holy. That absence is a test of my devotion.
Blind loyalty as virtue: I was told that staying faithful no matter what proved my worthiness.
Silence as a test of patience: Waiting for an answer — that never came — was framed as strength.
Suffering as spiritual growth: The more you endured without complaint, the more “godly” you were.
When that’s the foundation, you start to see these dynamics as normal. You stop expecting the reciprocity, proof, or consistency you’d demand from any other relationship.
The Parallels to My Relationship
When I entered my long-term relationship, I didn’t realize I was walking into a familiar script.
Silent God → Silent partner: Just as I’d learned to pray into a void, I found myself talking to someone who rarely listened and even rarely responded.
Unanswered prayers → Ignored needs: My needs were minimized or dismissed, and I told myself I just needed to “have faith” things would get better.
Unconditional devotion → Self-erasure: My loyalty became a badge of honor, even as I lost myself trying to earn his.
It wasn’t love. It was the only template for “love” I’d ever been taught.
The Feminist Lens
Looking back, I see how this wasn’t just personal — it was systemic. Religion and patriarchy work hand in hand, conditioning women to accept less and give more.
Women are taught that serving is holy
Submission is called a virtue.
Forgiving without limits is called grace.
In both systems, imbalance is framed as “natural” or “ordained.” If you question it, you’re told you’re rebellious, sinful, or “not doing your part.” It’s the perfect setup for exploitation — whether by a god, a man, or both.
Breaking the Pattern
Recognizing the conditioning was the first step. Breaking it took longer.
I had to unlearn that love without reciprocity is somehow noble. I had to accept that trust needs truth, that devotion needs presence, and that my worth isn’t proven by endurance.
Now, I measure relationships — all of them — by mutual respect, consistent care, and actual reciprocity. I refuse to pour into someone who treats me like a bottomless well.
The Eve’s Apple™ Connection
Eve’s Apple™ is my way of undoing the lies I was taught. Every design I create is a reminder that women deserve better than silence, absence, and conditional love.
We deserve love with proof. Trust with honesty. Faith in ourselves above all.
I don’t serve silent gods or silent men anymore.
If you’ve ever been taught to love without reciprocity, you’re not alone. Share this with someone who needs to hear it — and remember, you can wear your truth.
Christian narratives often center Eve’s origin from Adam’s rib. But archaeology and history remind us: women were divine before this story even existed. Long before monotheistic religions rewrote the divine narrative, the divine feminine was the roots of power—birthgiver, creator, warrior, healer, and ruler. The patriarchal myth that women came from men is a designed erasure.
For tens of thousands of years, human cultures revered a Great Mother or Divine Feminine—embodied in prehistoric figurines and spirits long before patriarchy shaped spirituality. These early depictions maintained a powerful, independent role for feminine forces in creation and life.
Inanna / Ishtar & Asherah
In Mesopotamia, Inanna (Ishtar) reigned as queen over love, war, justice, and political power. Her myths include ruling over the heavens and underworld—and influencing fertility, law, and societal structure—thousands of years before the Bible. Inanna (later Ishtar) dominated the Sumerian pantheon—often exceeding even male deities in reverence. Her legacy shaped later figures like Astarte and Aphrodite. Similarly, Asherah was worshipped in early Israelite religion as a nurturing, maternal goddess—perhaps even spoken of as Yahweh’s consort. The Bible’s efforts to erase her point not to her insignificance, but to how threatening her reverence was to emerging patriarchy.
Venus figurines from 30,000–35,000 BCE are some of the oldest human creations, representing fertility and feminine form as sacred.
Other Matron Goddesses Across Cultures
Cybele—Phrygian “Mother of All,” later adopted by Greeks and Romans as an earth – and mother-goddess.
Egyptian goddess Maat—personifying truth, balance, and cosmic order.
As Christianity rose, it systematically dismantled goddess traditions. Mary often replaced Cybele as “Mother of God,” and others were recategorized as saints or symbolic figures to fit patriarchal theology. Still, echoes of the divine feminine—like Mary’s compassionate laments—parallel mournful goddess archetypes from ancient lore.
The Virgin Mary, revered in Catholicism, mirrors ancient mother-goddess archetypes. Early iconography draws from Isis and other mother-child imagery—Mary isn’t a departure. She’s a carefully curated echo of what was erased.
Christian sainthood, especially the rise of Marian devotion, is often interpreted as repackaging pre-Christian goddess worship within a male-dominated, monotheistic framework.
Recognizing this history means recognizing that our power didn’t need permission to exist—it was suppressed, not created.
The narratives that define women as afterthoughts were crafted to disempower. But when we look back—really look—we see the original truth: we were never minor characters. We’ve always been divine. Life comes from the wombs of women, not the ribs of men.
From goddess to queen to every woman rising now — the line is unbroken. Celebrate your place in it with Eve’s Apple™ on Etsy.
On my 16th birthday, my mother told me to meet her at the courthouse. I wasn’t going to school. I had run off again. I was “out of control,” she said—but the truth is, I was drowning. I had spent years living in a house where my stepdad was a raging, violent alcoholic. I’d seen him hurt my mother. He had hurt me. I had to step in and physically protect her more than once. I didn’t feel safe at home, and nobody seemed to care why I was struggling. I just wanted out. So I left. I stayed with my 19-year-old boyfriend. In Kentucky at the time, a 16-year-old could get married with a parent’s signature. No questions asked.
The First Attempt
The first time we showed up at the courthouse, the preacher was someone I’d known before—the father of my very first “boyfriend.” We thought we were in a relationship, but we mainly played video games and went to the movies. We were kids. I was still a kid. But I remembered him, and he remembered me, and he was about to officiate my marriage . “You don’t want to do this,” he said. “You’re still a little girl.” He was right. I listened. I ran. I locked myself in my mom’s van, crying and begging: “Please, just let me come home. I’ll go to school. I’ll be good. Just don’t make me marry him.” For a minute, I thought I had saved my own life.
But when a Girl’s in pain, They Call Her a problem
It didn’t last. The pain, the chaos, and the trauma—it doesn’t just disappear because you promise to behave. A few weeks later, I was spiraling again, and this time, when we went to the courthouse, I didn’t run. I signed my name and tried not to cry. I hung my head out of the window and threw up the whole way home. My body knew before my brain did: I had just been handed over. The patriarchy had claimed another life.
Just Another Cage
Turns out I didn’t escape my abusive home life at all, but I jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. Almost immediately, the abuse started. My new husband was physically violent, and he almost immediately became a drug-addict. I was isolated and stuck. And by the time I turned 20, I had three children. No one had asked me if I was ready to be a wife. No one had asked if I was ready to be a mother. No one had even asked if I was okay. Because girls like me weren’t supposed to be okay. We were supposed to be obedient. Useful. Quiet.
What kind of system allows this?
Let’s be clear: I didn’t choose this. I survived it. At 16, I couldn’t vote. I couldn’t sign a lease or rent a hotel room. But I could legally be handed off to a man by my mother and called a wife. As of March 2018, Kentucky passed a law banning marriage under 17, and 17-year-olds now need a judge’s approval. I can not believe child marriage is still allowed, as long as the judge says it’s okay. My life has been devastated because this state allowed me to be a victim, legally. I didn’t have a chance. Just the thought of other girls going through this keeps me up at night.
From Silenced Girl to Rebel woman
I’m not that little girl anymore. But I still carry her. I remember her tears, her fear, her silence. She didn’t get a voice. But I do. And I use it—for her. For every girl like her. For every woman who was forced to “grow up” before she ever got to just be. Eve’s Apple™ is my rebellion. My healing. My reminder that I survived—and now I’m telling the story they wanted me to keep quiet. Every shirt I make. Every verse I remix. Every slogan I wear—it all says the same thing: “You didn’t break me. You just made me louder.”
For the Girls They Tried to Silence
If you were married too young, silenced by religion, labeled “difficult,” if you are a victim of the patriarchy or if you were handed off instead of helped—you’re not alone. You were never the problem. You were a girl in pain. And now you’re a woman on fire.🔥
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