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As a victim of people pleasing, every yes drained me, until I learned the art of no.

Your favorite insider, here to spill the kind of tea that doesn’t stain, it liberates. Once upon a time, I was that girl: the one who never said no, the one who smiled through discomfort, the one who thought being liked was the same as being loved. I gave away my time, my energy, and my boundaries like party favors at a soirée where I wasn’t even enjoying myself. But then, something happened. I stopped. I opened my mouth, and instead of a shaky yes, a firm no came out.

And darling, that one word became my crown.

Behind Manipulation Lies the Fear of Hearing ‘No’

When you start saying no, you’ll notice something fascinating: the people who once adored your kindness will begin calling you intimidating. But intimidation is never about you. It’s about their fear. Fear of losing control. Fear of no longer being the main character in your story. Fear of your refusal to shrink. And isn’t that beautiful? That your presence alone can reveal the weakness in others.

At first, people gasped. The same friends who thrived on my compliance, the colleagues who leaned on my silence, the family who depended on my endless nods, suddenly, they were startled. “You’ve changed,” they whispered, like it was an insult. But if growth makes people uncomfortable, it’s usually because they benefitted from the smaller version of you. The day I started saying no was the day I started saying yes, to myself.

My life didn’t just get better after I started saying no, it got insanely better. My marriage flourished, because a man who respects a woman’s boundaries is the only kind worth marrying. My businesses grew, because clients learned to respect my work instead of bargaining it down. Friendships became richer, because the counterfeit ones cracked under the pressure of my honesty. Even my mirror became kinder. I didn’t just look beautiful; I looked sovereign.

Now, my life looks like this: fewer coffee dates that feel like interviews, more evenings spent in peace. Less bending, more standing. Less drowning in other people’s drama, more starring in my own main character energy. I became magnetic, not because I tried harder, but because I finally stopped performing.

Boundaries have this miraculous way of turning masks into ashes. The manipulator who thrived on your compliance? Gone. The jealous “friend” who smiled in your face but mocked your ambition? Revealed. The family member who thought love meant ownership? Exposed. People who couldn’t survive your “no” weren’t losing you, they were losing their power over you.

And darling, that’s not loss. That’s freedom.

people-pleasing was the disease, no became the cure

Here’s the dirty little secret: women are taught from girlhood that saying no makes us difficult, unlikable, or—God forbid—selfish. But selfish is just a synonym for self-preserving. For every no I spoke, a piece of me returned: the energy to chase my own goals, the confidence to stand alone in a crowded room, the audacity to take up space without explanation. I stopped apologizing for existing, and people had no choice but to adjust.

The plot twist? Saying no didn’t make my circle smaller, it made it stronger. The ones who sulked, guilt-tripped, or punished me for having boundaries exposed themselves as counterfeit. And the ones who clapped for me, who respected the no as much as the yes, those were the real diamonds. Because true love, friendship, and respect? They don’t demand your exhaustion as payment.

And darling, nothing is more irresistible than a woman who knows she doesn’t owe anyone her silence.

The Science of Pleasing & The Art of Refusal

Here’s the backstage pass to why this works: people-pleasing isn’t kindness, it’s survival. Amy Marschall, a clinical psychologist, refers it fawning, a trauma response in which a person “attempts to appease perceived threats by pleasing their abuser to prevent harm” a behavior often called people-pleasing that involves being overly cooperative to the detriment of one’s own needs. According to her article, Fawning: What to Know About the People-Pleasing Trauma Response, fawning is when you bend over backwards to please others, not out of love, but out of fear, classic people-pleaser energy.

What kind of trauma leads to fawning? According to her, it often stems from cycles of abuse, where fear and unpredictability shape behavior. Abusers aren’t cruel every second; they mix in “honeymoon” phases of calm or even affection, tricking the victim into believing that if they just behaved better, the abuse would stop. This constant push and pull trains people to appease in order to survive, clinging to the illusion of peace.

And here’s the darker layer: abusers frequently control finances, relationships, and even reality itself through gaslighting. Victims become dependent, doubting their own perceptions, and often form trauma bonds, feeling loyalty and even love for the very person hurting them. That’s why fawning shows up so strongly in abusive childhoods or intimate partner violence (VeryWell Mind, 2023).

It isn’t weakness, it’s survival strategy, written into the nervous system by fear and manipulation.

Marschall, A. (2023), Fawning: The People-Pleasing Trauma Response, VeryWell Mind.

tactical exits: the art of saying less

Now for the cheat sheet: how to say no like a woman who knows her worth.

Saying no is a muscle. Weak at first, sore after reps, but give it time, soon you’re flexing like it’s second nature.

say no or learn it in a hard way, like me.

It is never easy to say no, especially when you were raised to believe your worth came from pleasing others. But at some point in life, you have to tighten up and be stronger, because there will come a time when no one will take care of you but yourself. For me, the lesson came hard and brutal. I grew up with a mother who controlled every aspect of my existence, from what I wore, to where I went, to whether I could use the internet.

We once lived in a very big house, yet inside those walls I had no freedom, no voice, and no will of my own. Meanwhile, my eldest sibling lived in wealth and privilege, and I was left with nothing but restrictions and neglect. Over the years, despite the emotional, physical abuse and constant suffocation, I became deeply attached to my mother, as if my survival depended on her approval. That attachment made me weak, vulnerable, and unable to detach from her grip, even as her control and neglect ate away at me.

The only thing she ever gave me was a library, and in that prison of a home, the books became my fragile lifeline, not freedom, but the only thread keeping me sane. I devoured hundreds of pages, losing myself in worlds where I could breathe, even as in reality I was locked in a cage, like a bird with clipped wings. And behind it all, she controlled my money, limiting me to the point that when she finally threw me out, I had nowhere to go, no safety net, and not a single cent to call my own.

Years of bad parenting, maternal abuse, and blatant sibling favoritism chipped away at my sense of self until I no longer recognized my own will. Saying no was impossible because my entire life had been built around being told who I should be and how I should live. But the truth is, if you don’t break that cycle yourself, life will break you in ways you can’t imagine.

So, to every woman still stuck in the people-pleasing spiral, take it from me: no isn’t mean. It isn’t cruel. It isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. Your no is the lock, your peace is the key, and your freedom is waiting.

no is the final act of self love

Here’s the truth I want every woman to know: boundaries are not walls, they’re gates. They decide what comes in and what must stay out. By saying no, I didn’t isolate myself, I refined my circle, sharpened my empire, and elevated my worth. Every “don’t say that to me” became a love letter to myself. And in that act of rebellion, I realized: no is not rejection.

No is redirection, towards a life only built on respect, reciprocity, and real love.

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Your emotionally unavailable heroine,
Madam Alias Solis
Writer, The Modern Heiress