Forget the pop anthem. The real line—the one that echoes through history, biology, and the deepest layers of feminine instinct—is this:
Girls just want to have babies.
Not in the bubblegum, boy-crazy way culture portrays it. Not in the Instagrammable “baby fever” way either. But in the raw, sacred, biological, God-aligned way.
Underneath the Mind-Viruses
A healthy woman—one unpoisoned by confusion, career-only pressure, or the mind-viruses of resentment and rebellion—knows. She knows, even if she hasn’t put it into words yet, that her body was made to receive, to carry, to nourish. The yearning for motherhood isn’t a weakness or a backup plan. It’s a calling. A pull deeper than lust. More permanent than status. More fulfilling than fun.
When her hormones are balanced, her heart is open, and her spirit is free, she doesn’t want to sleep around. She wants to plant a field and raise a harvest.
The Feminine Truth
Every womb is a portal between worlds. Every egg is a prayer. And every real man she’s drawn to isn’t just someone to flirt with—he’s someone she instinctively scans: Would my children be safe with him? Would they be strong? Would they be beautiful and wise and wild like him?
This truth isn’t oppression. It’s liberation. Because the lie that a woman’s highest purpose is to compete with men in masculine spaces is what traps her. It’s what leaves her burned out, confused, and aching in her 30s, wondering why the “success” doesn’t satisfy and the hookups don’t heal.
True Fun Is Fertile
The most radiant women you’ll ever meet are the ones leaning into their nature. Not running from it. Women who are turned on by the idea of motherhood. Who feel their breasts tingle at the thought of nursing. Who light up talking about baby names. Who instinctively wrap their arms around their bellies when they see children.
You don’t have to convince these women. You just have to clear the poison and watch what naturally rises.
Because at the end of the day, girls don’t just want to have fun.
Girls want to have babies.
Strong babies. Beautiful babies. Legendary babies.
And deep down, even the ones who don’t say it out loud… they know.
