YES, I HAVE BOUNDARIES. NO, YOU CAN’T BORROW THEM.

THE ART OF SETTING BOUNDARIES (a.k.a. I’m Not Rude, I’m Just Done)

You ever sit there mid-conversation with someone and realize…
“Wait. This person thinks I’m their emotional sponge, personal Uber, unpaid therapist, and last-minute savior — all rolled into one?”
Yeah. Same.

So let’s talk about the art of setting boundaries — aka the underrated superpower they don’t teach you in school but should’ve, right after “how to file taxes” and “how to dodge toxic people without catching guilt.”

The Day I Snapped (aka The Scene Where I Became the Villain in Their Story)

So here’s the tea:
I had these so-called friends — you know, the ones I treated with full respect, helped without hesitation, defended when they weren’t even in the room. I showed up for them like I was on payroll.

And how did they repay me?

✨ Talking behind my back.
✨ Doing things without telling me.
✨ Having fun, posting stories, while I didn’t even get the memo.
✨ And then pulling up with puppy eyes when they needed help like:

“Please… You’re the only one I can ask. I have no one else. Please, just this one time.”

And like a fool with a heart too big and a spine too soft, I said yes. Again and again.

Until one day, I connected the dots, drew the picture, and realized it was a clown.
ME. I was the clown. 🤡

So I stopped. Cold turkey.
No more replies. No more saving-the-day. I left their messages on seen like a savage with Wi-Fi and wisdom.

And suddenly, the narrative flipped:

“She’s so headweighted now.”
“What a bad girl.”
“She’s rude. Changed. Mean.”

Nah babe. I didn’t change. I just stopped being the unpaid caretaker of your chaos.

People Will Call You “Too Much” When You Start Choosing Peace

Set a boundary and suddenly you're the bad guy.

They’ll be like:

“You’ve changed.”

And I’ll be like:

“Thank you for noticing, babe. Growth looks great on me, huh?”

What they really mean is:

“You’re not letting me use you anymore and that’s uncomfortable for me.”

And to that, I say: not my circus, not my clowns. 🎪

Set a boundary and suddenly you're Regina George with attitude.
But the truth is — you’re just done.
Done being available for people who treat you like an option until they’re in trouble.

You don't owe explanations for growing up and glowing up.
You don't need a PowerPoint presentation to justify why you finally said “no.”
And you definitely don’t need to feel guilty for removing access to your time, energy, and kindness.

Here’s What Having Boundaries Looks Like IRL:

• No is a full sentence. Add a period. Or a lipstick emoji if you’re feeling petty. 💄

• You don’t have to attend every birthday party, breakup drama, or emotionally exhausting hangout just because you used to.

• You don’t owe people 24/7 availability unless they’re your emergency contact, and even then — barely.

• “I don’t have the mental space for this right now” >>> pretending to care while plotting their slow digital disappearance from your life.

Boundaries in Action:

“Can you help me just this one time?”
👉 No. Not anymore. You’ve used all your coupons.

“You’re acting different lately.”
👉 Yeah, it’s called self-respect. You should try it.

“You think you’re too good for us now?”
👉 YES. I do. And I’m at peace. 🧘‍♀️

The Savage Truth: You Set the Standard. People Follow It or Fall Off.

If they call you “too high maintenance,” good.
That means you’re no longer low effort.

If they say, “You act like you’re better than everyone,” tell them:

“That’s because I finally know I’m not less.”
Boom. Slipper shot. ✨

Listen, babe — this is your life. Not a community project where everyone gets to edit your script.
You are not a default “yes” button.
You are a person. With limits.
And the fact that you now say “No” without writing a 400-word apology paragraph is called healing.

Final Words, Delivered With Love (And Spice):

If they miss the old you — the one who tolerated nonsense, who stayed up late fixing everyone else’s chaos, who played the unpaid background character in their drama — tell them she’s gone.

She got tired.
She’s resting.
She’s booked and busy building a life that doesn’t require constant emotional CPR.

So next time someone whines:

“Why do you have so many boundaries now?”

Tell them —

“Because I got tired of being the backup plan to people who never made me a priority.”

So next time someone hits you with:

“Do you really think you’re all that now?”

Smile. Fix your crown. And say:

“Yes, bitch. I am. And guess what? I don’t care.”

Because baby, you’re not just setting boundaries —
You’re building a damn fortress.
And only the real ones get a key.