We’re Still Wild. No, Seriously.
- Julia
- Jul 30, 2025
- 3 min read
Between laundry mountains, everyday madness, and ancient instinct.
Lately, I’ve been watching way too much Vikings and Barbarians on Netflix.
And while wondering if I should show up to the next PTA meeting in war paint, I had a revelation:
There’s still something wild in us.
You feel it when instinct takes the reins—Like when you just knew what your baby needed. Or when your gut whispers, Say No. Or Yes.
Even when everything around you says otherwise.
Our foremothers remember the rhythm of drums under open skies. The scent of campfire smoke tangled in their hair. The weight of a newborn resting on their chest—
With nothing above them but stars.
(No baby monitors. No white noise apps.)
Also—did prehistoric toddlers throw tantrums? Maybe. But definitely not in aisle 3 of Target.
The truth is:
You come from her. From them.
From women who could read the wind like a language.
Who read the earth like a story.
And who used the same voice to call the cattle home as they did
to sing their babies to sleep.
They weren’t soft—but they were tender.
They weren’t loud—but they could roar.
And they fought.
Because they had to.
And maybe also because someone ate their last piece of dried meat.
They were proud as wolves.
Alive as fire.
Unstoppable as the tides.
They weren’t lost in the wilderness.
The wilderness was them.
Just like your to-do list.
Your Amazon orders.
Your “Say ‘Mom’ one more time and I swear” look.
And when you’re staring into the mirror thinking,
“My lashes could be fuller. My hair less frizzy. My eyes a little brighter...”
Remember where you come from.
Your curls are descendants of desert queens. Your bright eyes carry tales of Vikings, Celts, and wild mountain nomads. Those hips? Gifts from generations who gave birth without epidurals and still collected firewood the next morning.
Every freckle, every trace, every single hair on your body is proof: You come from an unbroken line of survivors.
And you, my love—are their echo.
On the days when you doubt yourself—
When you don't know who you are,
lost in grocery bags, calendars, and socks without siblings.
When you're standing in the basement
and can’t for the life of you remember why—
Remember this:
You’re standing here because they didn’t fall.
You’re alive because they didn't quit.
Running through your veins is the blood of women
who survived winters with no fire,
births with no doctors,
and heartbreaks without guidebooks.
And still—they danced.
They braided their hair.
They laughed.
They sang, fought, loved, lost—
and kept going.
With mud on their skin and a song in their hearts.
Yes, the world has changed.
But the wild in you is still here.
Sometimes it flickers like a
tiny spark—
When you’re barefoot on your balcony,
looking up at the stars,
feeling small and infinite all at once.
When your heart races before your brain even catches up.
When it's pouring rain, but you go outside anyway—just because reason decided to take a break.
Because your body carries millions of years of knowledge.
They call it ancient wisdom.
It lives in your cells.
Passed down through stories.
Cradled in your bones.
So:
Let your feet touch the earth.
Let your hair down.
Laugh.
Embrace the chaos.
And never forget:
Deep inside of us, she lives on—
The woman who once ran with the wild.
Yep, she wears leggings now.
Sometimes she drinks her coffee straight from the pot.
But she can text with one hand—and save the world with the other.
Stay wild, my child.
Thank you to all the amazing photographers:
1 - Karen Cantú Q / Unsplash
2- Barbarians / Netflix Publicity Still / moviestillsdb.com
3 - ActionVance / Unsplash
4 - Lance Reis / Unsplah
5 - Jelena Kostic / Unsplash
6 - Vikings Valhalla / Netflix Publicity Still / moviestillsdb.com
7 - Aydin Sefidi / Unsplah
8 - This beautiful photo’s source has been lost to me — if it’s yours, let me know so I can credit you properly!
Stay proud of your wild side 😘💪🏼