The Opposite of Magnetic As Hell? Me, For the First 40 Years.

This is a love letter to every woman who’s ever lost herself trying to be ‘good’.

Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t wake up one day, sip a green juice and suddenly decide to become “Magnetic As Hell.” It wasn't actually till a girlfriend said to me, 'Dang girl, you're magnetic as hell' that I actually started to truly ponder the concept.

Nope. I lived the opposite. For decades.

I was Overachieving As Hell. People-Pleasing As Hell. Hustling, proving, earning, perfecting, apologizing, and doubting myself As. Hell.

And the wild part? I was doing everything "right."

Career? Check. Marriage? Check. Beautiful home, great kids, color-coded calendar? Triple check.

But inside? I was spiritually constipated - even though I was in a constant state of consuming spiritual content . Soul-starved. Numb.And profoundly confused where the 'magic' and 'power' I kept being told was within me was actually hiding. 

I remember looking in the mirror one morning and thinking: "Where the hell did I go?" 

That was the day I realized that being the "good girl" was killing my magic.

Because here's the truth: the opposite of magnetic isn't failure. It's misalignment.

It’s waking up every day and going through the motions while your soul is silently screaming, “There has to be more than this” and why did you choose to play the supporting character in the movie of your own life? 

It’s outsourcing your self-worth to productivity, perfection, and other people’s opinions.

It’s living in your head, disconnected from your body, intuition, and feminine power.

And damn, I lived there. For YEARS.

I thought I had to earn love. I thought I had to prove my value. I thought I had to dim my light to be accepted.

Turns out? That’s the exact formula for becoming magnetic’s evil twin: exhausted and invisible.

So, what changed? Everything.

But it didn’t happen overnight. It started with a whisper. A breakdown. A book. A teacher. A question I couldn’t ignore:

What if I stopped performing and started trusting? What if took the key I was holding and rescued my own damn self from the prison I had created? 

Those questions cracked the old version of me wide open.

And from that crack? My power poured in.

Magnetism isn't something you learn.

It's something you remember.

And this blog? This space? It’s where we remember together.

To every woman who's ever lost herself to being liked, needed, or "responsible"... welcome home.

You don't need to become someone new.

You just need to stop abandoning who you are.

And when you do?

Sister, you become Magnetic As Hell.

Love,
 

Anniston Blair Riekstins
(aka your recovered good girl turned full-blown soul-led magnet)

www.annistonriekstins.com

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