“I love that she doesn’t even know she’s beautiful”
oh this makes my stomach churn –
our culture idolizes womxn
who don’t know their own beauty and worth;
it teaches us to look for our value
in how others treat and want us,
while we mentally and emotionally
abuse ourselves and each other..
it teaches us to play small because it’s supposedly ‘attractive’;
to remain sheepish and spend more time
batting our eyelashes and thinning our asses
than investing in our intelligence
– mental, emotional, primal and intuitive –
and adventuring within ourselves
to actually get to know what we love, what ignites our fire, what brings us resilient joy in life..
let’s get clear –
if a womxn doesn’t know her beauty or worth,
nothing in the world will give her the
sustained felt-sense and embodied knowing
of her own brilliance.
no narrative can thrive in the body
when it’s solely believed by others,
and not the psyche and inner landscape
of the womxn herself..
the era of idolizing the insecure womxn is over.
and the era of victimhood is crumbling, too.
why?
because we’ve started seeing through the illusion
that power means we intimidate men
who we’d actually want to be with;
that how we treat and define ourselves
should be determined solely
by how other people see us;
that we need permission and supervision
to be fully real, raw, wild and authentic..
it’s over because we are learning that
when we own our passion, genius,
work and self-development
and show up fully for ourselves,
we can actually lead an alchemical, evolving and meaningful life
and also give something of true value
to another, a community, the world..
how much energy do you invest
in the notion that you are anything less than whole?
where could all of that energy go if it weren’t
tied up in perpetuating an identity of insecurity?
womxn, I love that deep down,
no matter how much you’ve been taught otherwise,
you know you are beautiful.
you know you are powerful.
I love that you know; it’s your very nature.
now, let me see you rise.