I love the form of a naked women, nothing vibrates raw beauty like nudity; the most natural form of divinity. However the socio-evolution of nakedness and sex has reached a critical point.
The spirituality that surrounds sex has overtime been gradually replaced by a fame ridden euphoria, the delicate poetry behind the naked body has been distorted by the monopolists for a profitable reward. Where do we see this? Look around you, absorb every minute detail and you will begin to unravel the tightly woven fabric; the thread is loose. The realm of celebrities is a vast one, covering every aspect of our daily lives from what to wear to what to eat, but the central point always comes back to one crucial aspect – Aesthetics. The social pressure that burdens women today to consistently maintain their appearance is phenomenal, the attack is imminent from every corner. However what is more outstanding is the method in which this is deployed, I have come to the understanding that in order for me, a young women, to get any social credibility I must be in position to either twerk my booty in a skimpy thongkini or feature in an amateur sex tape with terrible lighting. Now naturally there will be some responses to this, ‘its my body I can do whatever I want‘ or my personal favourite ‘we don’t live in the dark ages anymore, women are entitled to freedom of expression ‘.
I applaud these statements, a woman who voluntarily chooses to wear the veal is no different to a woman who actively chooses to wear a mini skirt, but let me illustrate the concept of my concern. As mentioned earlier nudity is a majestic form, but due to the mutations of mainstream media female nudity has been modified into a soulless object. This is an insult to our freedom of expression, how can I be taken seriously if all I’m doing throughout a rap music video is sliding down pole and being reffered to as ‘that bitch I just fucked’? I do not condole the likes of the Kardashians, the silicon pumped strippers and talentless musicians who aspire to achieve greatness merely through the sexulization of their bodies. I do not support the endorsement of books such as ‘How to be bad bitch‘ a destructive guide on setting up young girls for failure. I will not consolidate with matters that spring up from mind numbing celebrity magazines that fixate millions of women on frivolous matters. My confidence lies in the certainty that I am a creation of both body and intellect; I intend to utilise both.
From Harriet Tubman right through to Aung San Suu Kyi, we have seen these women actively fight adversity and injustice and it is their resilient nature, stemmed from their intellect and grace, that has awarded them with the title of revolutionary women. I welcome my sisters to partake in this journey, your mind is an untapped well of abundant wisdom and power. You have the potential to librate yourself and those who surround you, simply by beginning your journey of self-love. That is what it ultimately comes down to, self-love. Remove the falsified theories that your body is a gateway of success instead celebrate your intelligence, tease people with your wisdom and become the graceful woman that you are. I want you to redefine the standards of a ‘bad bitch‘, begin to indulge in activities that stimulate your mind this is a revolutionary step into re-establishing your womanhood.
“It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally.” ― Maya Angelou