I’m the pleasure girl. My brand is the pleasure plate. I advocate pleasure pleasure pleasure.
But don’t be fooled. I can rage. I am a passionate, dark double Scorpio and when I rage, I RAGE.
And today happens to be one of those days.
I’ve been trying to write for the last hour. I literally have like 6 word documents open.
And I realized, the reason I can’t just focus on any of it is because I was trying to write from a place where I was denying my anger.
But today my body will not have it. She is pissed and she has DEMANDED that I speak to you about it.
Last week, I owned up to being a feminist and so today I deliver to you the RAGING feminist. (And just in case this isn’t obvious, I am raging against the paradigm of MASCULINITY being the answer, I’m not raging against MEN. I love me some good man.)
You might be asking, where is the health coach? What happened to the funny, happy health coach I subscribed to? She’s taking a nap right now but she’s totally signed off on this.
You know why? Because she does what she does BECAUSE of the raging feminist. I turned to treating my body like a temple because those around me didn’t. And for the longest time, I didn’t either.
Women are drowning.
We are drowning under an invisible veil that shames our bodies.
That teaches us that the feminine is unsafe.
That our erotic body is dangerous and that our emotionality is a burden.
That our intuition is witchcraft and that we are most powerful when we do things the linear, masculine way.
I see so many beautiful women whose shine has been dulled; so many women who are suffering because they don’t feel safe in their bodies. They have cut off connection to parts of themselves, whether it’s their hearts, their womb space or their vagina because they have taught to value their minds and their productivity over any of that other “stuff”.
I was at the top of that list of women. I was denying my feminine strengths by subscribing to all of this as much as anyone else. I did everything to shush my body. To shut her up when she was telling me anything.
A nudging feeling that something is off with this job? Nope, it pays well. Screamingly painful period cramps? Grab the strongest painkillers you can get your hands on. Constant exhaustion? CAFFFFFEEEIIIIINE to the rescue. Feeling heart ache? Suck it up. You have to “win”. No time for emotions.
The joke was on me because I was participating in a losing battle. My health was deteriorating under the mask of caffeine & medication and my heart’s aching desires were completely muffled by “shoulds” and “musts” and a rational, responsible game plan.
I didn’t realize how much of that was because I felt unsafe. Because I had been living in an environment that fostered that belief. The world around me didn’t revere my feminine body. It shat on it, to be quite frank. From little incidents like “close your legs” to bigger incidents of sexual molestation, I was taught to cover it up and disconnect from my erotic body.
At work, with my father, around my bosses, I was taught that my emotional body was an obstacle. And everywhere else, I was taught that my spiritual/energetic body was a figment of my imagination. “What do you mean you feel other people’s energies? That’s crazy talk!”
And so I adopted these views. I learned to distrust everything about my feminine body and trusted only the plan and the mind and productivity. And I was miserable.
If any of this speaks to you, please know, please trust that I have been there and I find myself there occasionally, still. And I understand. And I want nothing more than for all of us to feel free of this paradigm and to learn to trust the feminine again.
This is why I created The Pleasure Plate. I want to live in a world where women trust their inner body voice over the media’s voice. – CLICK TO TWEET
The one that tells us eat this way, or eat that way. Fuck them. They don’t know what your body needs. Only you do.
I won’t be raging as much as today but I will be addressing tools I’ve adopted for myself and the women I work with on this Thursday’s webinar. And I want you to be well-equipped, darling.
And if you can’t make the time, I want you to still be able to grab the tools on your own time. Register and we’ll send you the recording.
With pleasure,
Nadia