30 Days of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge – Day 25: What WOULd I Say If I Weren’t Afraid Of Being Judged?

At this point in my life, I’m not afraid of being judged.

Something snapped inside me at the end of last year. After a maelstrom of “family” drama, whatever dam had been holding me back simply cracked open—and all of the debris that kept me small, quiet, agreeable, and acceptable came rushing out. I don’t have room anymore for people’s expectations or limitations. I am not bending, reshaping, or shrinking to fit into anyone else’s comfort.

I don’t care how I’m received. I am not here for approval. And I am certainly not here to earn acceptance as my primary personality trait.

So let me say this, fully and without fear:

It is okay to be “woke.”

I’ll wear that word like a badge, like a declaration, like armour against a world that wants me asleep to injustice. If being “woke” means I believe in equality—true equality—then good. Let that word ring.

If being “woke” means I care deeply about the rights of trans people, of Indigenous people, of immigrants, of refugees, of those living with disabilities, of the racialized and marginalized and systemically failed—then good.

If it means I want universal healthcare and universal childcare, if I want housing to be treated as a right, if I believe in a guaranteed basic income, if I want billionaires taxed and corporations held accountable and this planet protected—then good.

If it means I believe the government has no say over what we do with our bodies, what names we choose, what pronouns we want to be called—then good.

Calling someone what they want to be called isn’t a political issue. It’s a matter of basic human respect. It costs nothing to honour someone’s identity. It costs everything not to.

I believe that systems built on exploitation, colonization, and control need to be dismantled. I believe in the redistribution of wealth and the reallocation of power. I believe in defunding systems that perpetuate harm and investing in communities, care, and change.

I believe in socialism. I believe in collectivism. I believe in compassion.

And if you think any of that makes me radical, so be it. I am radical. I am radically in favour of justice. Radically in favour of kindness. Radically in favour of building a world that works for more than just the few who have always been allowed to thrive.

With the Canadian federal election on the horizon, I’m not staying quiet. I will not temper my beliefs to appease those who think that neutrality is a virtue. I will not silence my values to soothe the discomfort of those who benefit from inequality.

People matter.
Rights matter.
Language matters.
Love matters.

And I’m not afraid to say any of that anymore. How did this ideas become controversial in the first place?

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚