The Raw Diary of Kiera Carson: STEM, Stilettos, and a Broken Heart 💔

They said I couldn't be both—a sharp-as-a-tack STEM champion by day, a femme fatale by night. But darling, when did I ever follow the rules? 👠

My name is Kiera Carson, and this is the story of how I chose mathematical equations over love letters—and why I would do it all again.

The Girl Who Loved Too Much (and too wrong)

I was 22, interning at a tech giant, when he walked in—suit impeccably tailored, smile dangerous, wedding ring, conspicuously absent (or so I thought). For three months, I was living a cosplay of two lovers: whispering sweet nothings while sharing late-night coding sessions, while his hands traced the Fibonacci sequence up and down my spine. Then—plot twist—his wife DM’d me. Turns out ‘business trips’ were just his excuse for a second life. 💔

I quit. Cried. Burned the lingerie he bought me (metaphorically—Agent Provocateur is too fabulous to waste). But that was the pitch, love is just like computer code, it will be flawed, unpredictable, and never debugged.

From heartbroken to hyperspace

Now? I'm the high heels in the lab, and lipstick stained whiteboard diagrams. I teach girls to code in stilettos because STEM doesn't discriminate—though boys do. My DMs are flooded with 'You’re too pretty to be a nerd' (blocked) and 'Marry me' (also blocked).

But, here's my villain origin story: I’ll never let a man make me small again. Not when there are black holes to explain, girls to empower, and zero fucks left to give.

Drop a 🔥 if you've ever chosen ambition over a man. Spoiler: it's always worth it.