I’ve never understood the systems that divide people into right or wrong, worthy or unworthy, holy or unholy. To me, every soul arrives equal. Every body arrives as art. I built my universe to unlearn that lie. My heart with horns became my trademark because I finally understood the truth. The ‘fallen angel’ is only fallen to those who fear anyone who won’t kneel. There is nothing corrupt about choosing your own path, but it terrifies the ones who’ve never dared to leave theirs.
I’ve watched this earth cling to its hierarchies like lifeboats. Humans declaring what is holy, what is shameful, which bodies should hide, which voices should hush, which souls are allowed to take up space. This has never made sense to me.
The universe births us equal, wild, unashamed, and then a handful of people decide they know better. I refuse their script. No divine force needs a committee to police how a person lives, loves, or exists
We are born unashamed, unmodified, untouched by fear, and then the world teaches us to doubt our own skin. I refuse the old stories that say a body is dangerous, that freedom needs permission, that expression must apologise for existing. NOT NORMAL STORE is my return to the version of me who knew she was enough before the world taught her otherwise. To build the life my younger self dreamed of and believed was already hers.
Emily Jane
