Tessa ReneePetty and peace don’t sound like they belong in the same sentence but sometimes, they’re twins. Inner peace doesn’t always mean floating away on a meditation cloud. Sometimes it means letting yourself enjoy the little victories, the subtle clapbacks, the quiet reminders that you refuse to be played.
Petty in its purest form isn’t about cruelty, it’s about reclaiming control. Leaving someone on read when they don’t deserve your time? Petty. Posting that one lyric that’s just vague enough for them to wonder if it’s about them? Petty. Smiling while they spiral because you already know the truth? Petty. And strangely enough, it feels like therapy.
The trick is balance. Too much petty and you’re feeding their chaos. The right amount? It’s self-care with an edge. It’s proof that you don’t need to scream to have the last word, you just need to move smart. Petty becomes peace when you’re not doing it to hurt them, but to remind yourself you’ll never be hurt like that again.
So yes, light your candles, do your journaling but don’t be afraid to let a little villainous pettiness be part of your healing ritual. Sometimes, that’s exactly the closure you needed.
Tessa’s Final Thought:
Inner peace isn’t always quiet, sometimes it’s petty, poetic, and perfectly timed.
Disclaimer:
This series is for entertainment and empowerment. Use pettiness sparingly, flavor, not a full meal.
Tessa Renee
