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The doors are now open for the 2026 Good Girl Recovery Program. I'll be sending some stories, ideas and resources about it over the next couple of weeks. If you would like to opt-out of hearing about this, but stay on my list, click here.​ When strangers at dinner parties ask how I got into my line of work - helping women stop people-pleasing, start having their own backs, and truly own their lives - they’re often surprised when I say: Krispy Kreme donuts. You probably wouldn’t know it to look at me, Reader but I earned my undergraduate degree in public relations at the University of Georgia. And whatever you’re imagining a college in Georgia was like in the late 1990s, multiply that by three. It was floral printed dresses and blonde stripey highlights and singing along to Faith Hill’s “Breathe” while drinking Zima. All but three of my classmates were in sororities; many of them talked openly about attending college to “earn their Mrs. degree.” These were women who’d been socialized to believe their wedding was the most important day of their life and being a wife was the most important role they’d ever play.
And since landing the best husband was the goal for a lot of my classmates, it made sense that they spent most of their time and energy becoming as physically, emotionally, and psychologically appealing as possible. Because the more appealing they were, the more likely they were to catch the man they believed held the keys to their future. One night, I joined all my P.R. major classmates at one of the sorority houses to work on our big senior project. We tucked ourselves into the white leather furniture, put on some Shania Twain and brainstormed on our big project. Two hours into our group work, there was a knock on the door and there was my college boyfriend. He knew we were working hard and had swung by with two big boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts - enough for everybody. The women in my program were floored. “Oh my God, my boyfriend would never do that.” These women had spent years making themselves small, subjugating their own needs, tolerating bad behavior, and deprioritizing their education in hopes that a man would “choose them.” They’d spent their lives being the ultimate Good Girls. And they were good at being Good Girls. Being Good Girls didn’t save them. In fact, being Good Girls made their lives harder and less fulfilling. ​
Because here’s the truth: getting past “good” takes guts. Becoming yourself isn’t easy. For most of us, being a Good Girl has been a life-long endeavor. You have lots of practice being a Good Girl and not as much practice being yourself. That’s why the Good Girl Recovery Program is a year long. I wish I could go back in time and hand this program to those college girls. I wish they knew that they were worthy of love exactly as-is. Even if they asked for what they wanted, or said “no,” or stopped busting their ass on a treadmill for two hours a day. I wish I could tell them they’d probably find better partners once they stopped with the chronic people-pleasing and denying of their own needs. I wish they knew they deserved much more than a box of donuts. And I hope YOU know you deserve more than a box of donuts. Click >> here << to learn more about The Good Girl Recovery Program. Together in more donuts, P.S. Here’s what Mel Cassidy had to say about her experience: |
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