01/09/2026
It takes courage to meet your body honestly.
To acknowledge just how deep the societal conditioning goes to hate your body.
To want to strip and starve, pluck and prune, perfect and objectify this vessel that is actually a source of life.
A holy temple that holds so much more than the superficial outer layer we obsess over.
Modelling from the age of 13 created a very warped relationship with my body.
Early violation and objectification conditioned a belief that my body was for others’ pleasure, not my own.
It has taken a long and winding road to come to a place of genuine love and reverence for my body.
My work with women is, and has always been, about coming home to the body.
And that includes our erotic aliveness.
Pleasure, which is our mf birthright.
I know too many women who outsource pleasure, waiting for some outside source to give it to them.
Self-touch is radical.
Self-touch is ceremony.
Self-touch is the slow return to sovereignty.
A remembering that the pleasure you seek can begin with you.
Putting it back in your own hands.
Literally.
If this is something you long for, comment “TOUCH” and I will send you more details.
