This is my body in rebellious pose. This body has to be rebellious because if not all could be lost, or beaten, or stolen, or killed. Women are endangered species; check out how the world acts as if our bodies are commodities, things to be fondled and toyed with, disposable. The world puts a hurt on the bodies of WOC & QTWOC; do not sleep on this. This body tries to be awake all the damn time. Do not blink on a world that’s itching to take women down; all the way down. This world knows the power of our blood, that’s why they have made all major religious figure men –they can’t compete with a body that makes another human. They cannot compete with a body that changes with the moon. The propaganda is working, but not on me. Don’t let it work on your either, sister.
This body enjoys rebelling. Sometimes when she straddles her own nipple and cave, she adores it, the face smiles –almost. If provoked, this body protests; but not like you think she should. She accepts herself, she loves herself most of the time. Protest is palming the buttocks or breast and saying, What good flesh you are, dear. Protest is saying that size is a social construct that gives zero fucks about real bodies and the hundreds of various shapes we are –human women.
This body is in re-start pose. When she falls on her face, she cries. It’s to be expected; plus, she’s sensitive at times and falling on the face hurts. Then when ego joins the party, the hurt doubles. This pose helps to realign energies; it helps swallow ego; it helps erase cellular damage. This pose gets blood flowing back to the brain and heart –inverted. This pose wakes up sleeping nerves. In a pose like this, there’s vulnerability. She does not do this pose often enough, this body. And any inverted poses turn on the body’s circadian rhythm; the body savors the morning cornflower and periwinkle blues and the afternoon orange and pink sorbets. For menstruating women, any inverted pose should be avoided. Here, this body is not bleeding, but she would like to be. To remind herself of birth and death, to challenge her spirit, to erase any stains of jet lag that currently affect her body. This body says, Feel dizziness, absorb phosphorescence, spill into self.
This body like to re-start because in doing so, she reaffirms all her intuitions and psychic journaling. She radiates in a pose that brings her back to the beginning; the opening of her mother’s vagina & the closing of her own. The sutures visible at the twinkling of dusk; or evaporate at dawn.
This body is in resting pose. The corpse and lotus are triumphant meditations poses, no doubt, but this resting pose is best suited for this body. It’s possible this could be considered the body’s preferred chill pose; you’d have to ask her yourself. Come find her concentrating on the triangular area of her nose as she watches her breath –in and out, up and down, above and below. She dreams her body in muted colors, muted into silence, space, the fluff of a bed or pillow. Resting gains are incomparable. More bodies should rest. She is under great amounts of pressure, stress, and threat; relaxing allows for escape and astral travel, for gathering merits and compassion, for sitting on bones that have traveled this world a few times over. This body implores your body to rest with her; this body says, Lie down with me, let’s bend our bodies to the sounds of us breathing together.
This body is in ready pose. It looks and feels like crouching, but crouching might imply waiting and this body is not just waiting. Do not confuse ready pose with crouching. She’s got moves to make; she is both waiting and anticipating something for which she will be grateful. This body savors grateful; and does the best it can to facilitate this in other bodies. A grateful body is a blessed body is a healed body is an owned and loved body. She is grateful as fuck because she is.
The ready pose means the feet are always tingling. The ready pose means the hands are often pulsating. The body is a nebula, a distant and not so distant star, a rabbit resting on hind legs ready to pounce and punch and push through all kinds of stuff. The ready pose could hint at fight for this body is a warrior –several generations thick. Her thick thighs squish and swallow; they show no mercy for this body has got a mission. Pay attention. This body fades with time, thus right now is vital. This body whispers, Tomorrow may never come. Ready pose realizes that.
This body is in radical pose. For it is radical to take nude pictures and share them with the world, aka the internet; to look at them is an act of bravery, to let others look is cracking open the door, letting whorls of incense loose, like a quiet cat invitation, a little snuggle up and spoon session. It’s radical to stand as still as a ghost and imprint the body on a surface just long enough to capture life, to witness cells vibrating into existence, to embrace a body that can feel pain. The radical pose implies freedom, it implies rejecting norms, it implies being every mistake already made and every miracle yet to come; say that backwards, too.
These are not erotic nudes, that’s what this body says; she keeps it real. She’s not looking to get a rise. No cleavage or flat abs –just body, the body that is born of yoga and meditation and hours writing at the computer, in the mind, all over the body. This body in radical pose is baptized saint and sinner; this is her grand debut. She is happy you could come.