03/08/2026
Last week I shared a particular reel on Instagram…
I took the video when I was sitting on the beach in Corfu last month. I wanted to sit upright in the shade after I got out of the water. (Lying down meant putting my head in the sun.) So I placed my feet either side of the sun bed, straddling it.
Back straight, shoulders squared. Heart open. Legs open. My body aligned, facing the water.
As my body entered that pose, I felt a transmission run through my fascia.
I felt power.
And I felt the taboo.
I felt the fear of society - the outrage of a woman sitting with her feet and knees planted wider than her hips.
As I sat there with my legs open to the water, I pondered how all that was truly happening in that moment was this:
A woman was sitting on a sunbed… not harming anyone.
and yet…
For a woman to sit with her knees wide apart is a rebellious act that can draw disgust.
And while my mind could feel the taboo reaching in from outside of myself, all I could feel inside of myself was a fierce reverence for womanhood.
I could feel the power that echoes between a woman’s hips.
A great power.
A power so grand, people have attempted to shut it down.
I feel so God damn lucky to be a woman on this Earth.
And now as I’m writing this, I realise:
Legs apart creates balance. Stability. Grounding.
Women have been taught to keep our knees together and walk a narrow line.
When a woman swings her hips as she walks - yes, it’s beautiful, but it’s actually a balancing mechanism to be able to put one foot directly in front of the other as if she were walking on a singular narrow line.
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And so I wonder, what does that do for a woman’s sense of stability on this Earth? If a woman is not to open her legs, how is she to know true stability?