08/01/2026
I used to hate dancing.
Not because I couldn’t.
Because I was full of shame.
Dancing felt like punishment, not because my body couldn’t move, but because I believed it didn’t know how.
Years passed with no music, no sway, no sweat.
No shame disguised as peace.
Then one day, my body remembered.
My hips knew.
My belly knew.
My body led.
No performance.
Just being.
That was the first time I stopped apologizing for taking up space.
The first time pleasure led instead of fear.
That moment began my sexual sovereignty reclamation.
Today, simply inhabiting my body feels like freedom.
From shame. From restriction. From the story that said I was too much or not enough.
Your zest isn’t lost.
It’s waiting in your body.
To remember.
To re-member.
To come home to yourself.
Does it resonate? Feel free to jump in my DMs to talk together 🤗
