A spindling mass of intricate fibres,
bundled together to create what resembles “human”.
A creation of beauty in all its robust and unwavering strength.
The shame comes from my audacity to pick, poke and prod at those “unsuitable areas”.
After all, you were not birthed to be looked at, but to enact movement, energy , the very nature of life itself.
You are here to take up space, with arms wide, to run with reckless abandon, disturbing, waking up the planes of this earth.
Agitate the stagnant air with the careless yell of your inner child – listen to them, often.
Expel what does not serve you – everything you need is already within your reach.
Breath in the howls of the North wind and let them come home.