I Cut Off My Misogynist Uncle to Protect My Daughter

Family is supposed to be a safe haven.

A place where we’re loved and celebrated for exactly who we are.

But what happens when the call is coming from inside the house?

When the very people meant to protect us are the ones wielding the weapons of misogyny?

I’ll tell you what happens.

We sharpen our swords and slay that fucking dragon.

Even if it shares our blood.

At my aunt’s funeral, my daughter Victoria confided in me that my uncle had been policing her appearance, specifically her nose ring.

His words dripped with disapproval:

"You’d be much prettier without it."

Excuse me while I vomit. 🤮

When she told me, I felt the rage of a thousand fierce Queens rise up in me.

This ends now.

I confronted him directly, and his response?

A masterclass in misogynist deflection:

"Victoria… doesn’t need her mama bear to shield her from anyone else’s compliments or opinions."

Translation: How dare you stand up to me, you feisty bitch.

(I do claim the feisty bitch part.)

He also went on to accuse me of being a charlatan, said my work is rubbish, and called me to apologize for deceiving people and bringing shame to my mother and grandparents.

But here’s the thing, daughters.

It doesn’t matter how powerful you are.

You ALWAYS deserve a mama bear in your corner.

One who will raise holy hell on your behalf.

One who will burn down the patriarchy with her bare hands to keep you safe.

So I torched that bridge.

I blocked him on every platform.

I banished his toxic energy from my universe.

For my daughter.

And for myself.

And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Because this isn’t just about my uncle.

It’s about a legacy of misogyny that’s poisoned my family tree for generations.

It’s about the insidious ways women are trained to be small, quiet, and "pretty."

It’s about the expectation that we shrink ourselves to make men comfortable.

FUCK. THAT. NOISE.

Misogyny isn’t always loud.

Sometimes it’s in the little comments.

The raised eyebrows.

The "well-meaning" advice.

It’s in every sideways glance that tells us we’re too much.

It’s in every silencing tactic that keeps us questioning our own worth.

And the hard truth?

Often it’s internalized by the women around us.

Passed down like a toxic heirloom.

Mother to daughter.

Sister to sister.

But here’s the secret, loves.

We have the power to break that cycle.

We are the original life-givers.

The portal through which all souls enter this world.

And if we birthed it…

We can rebirth it.

So this is my battle cry to you, daughters of the DIVINE MOTHER:

Examine your life.

Look for every place you’ve been told to dull your shine.

Every relationship that’s required you to betray yourself.

Every belief that’s kept you bowing to the altar of patriarchal bullshit.

And then?

Burn it the fuck down.

Protect your daughters and sisters.

Unleash holy hell on anyone who tries to make them small.

Be the ferocious love that this world so desperately needs.

Because a woman who knows her worth…

Who refuses to be tamed…

Or silenced…

Or shamed…

She is unstoppable.

She is ungovernable.

She is the living, breathing antidote to the poison of misogyny.

And baby…

She is coming for everything.

Watch out, world.

👑 The Queen has been awakened.

And she will not be stopped.

Please share this with your sisters and your daughters.

Mama Tiff
👑 Queen Taboo
& Channel of 🔵THE BLUE