Shame, Stigma & Silence: How We’re Rewriting the Narrative

Shame can feel like a quiet scream—always there, always loud, but somehow invisible to everyone else.

For most of my life, I carried shame like a shadow. I never invited it, but I learned early that “smaller” meant “less than.” I stayed quiet in locker rooms. Avoided intimacy. Hid parts of myself, even from people I loved. And worst of all? I believed I deserved to hide.

I’m not alone in this. Shame is a story many of us were taught long before we could challenge it.

But here’s the thing: silence feeds stigma. And stigma feeds isolation.

So I decided to speak.

This blog, this space, is our way of turning shame into strength—of showing that honesty, not hiding, is the most powerful choice we can make.

If you're reading this and you feel alone, hear me: You are not broken. You are not a joke. You are not inadequate.

You are not your size.

Let’s start changing the narrative:

• Let’s talk to our sons differently.
• Let’s educate each other about what real intimacy means.
• Let’s ask ourselves where these expectations even came from—and who benefits from them.

Every time we tell the truth, every time we open up, every time we reclaim our voice—we make it easier for someone else to do the same.

This is our revolution. Not of size. But of self-acceptance.