Sovereignty

This morning I practiced on my mat for about thirty minutes. Yoga asana, good music, intention, presence, and really listening. And something came through.

ReBody is about a lot of things. Movement. Nervous system. Healing. Joy. Play.
But the deep bedrock underneath all of it is sovereignty.

Sovereignty for women in our bodies.
Sovereignty in our body’s knowledge.
Sovereignty in feeling good as our birthright.

Not for someone else’s agenda.
Not for someone else’s pleasure.
Not to avoid someone else’s criticism.

Just to feel good in our own skin because we are alive. Crazy idea, right?!

Mostly, women change their bodies, numb them, shrink them, control them, and exhaust themselves trying to feel acceptable.

For a long time, I lived in the space of never being enough. Always improving. Always fixing. Always chasing some future version of myself that would finally feel acceptable.

My culturally accepted way of doing so? I used my body for athletic performance.

From the outside, it looked incredible by cultural standards. Strong. Fit. Disciplined. Healthy.

But internally, I was deeply disconnected from my body.

My body was a vehicle for my mind to execute goals. It was something to train, track, measure, and push. Even when I enjoyed parts of it, there was very little true presence and very little joy. I was living from output, not from relationship.

And it was in that space of disconnection that I began to realize something.

The more I stopped treating my body as a project, the more I could actually hear it. And what I discovered still blows my mind.

Our bodies are always on our side.

They are constantly working to protect us, guide us, recalibrate us, and bring us back into balance. They know when we need rest, when we need movement, when we need softness, and when we need strength.

And this might make you uncomfortable, but it is true.

Our bodies want to feel good. They are designed for vitality. Joy is not indulgent. It is default.

The world tells us the opposite and I do not believe that is an accident.

Because now that I am reconnecting with my body as my compass, my safety, and my place of daily vitality, I can see something clearly.

A woman who is no longer at war with her body is powerful.
A woman who is not a project to fix may just be unstoppable.

If we were not spending billions every year trying to become more acceptable, more appropriate, more palatable, who would we be?

What would we create?
How would we walk?
How would we lead?

What would change if millions of women woke up feeling really fucking good in their bodies every single day?

If we stopped using our vitality to cut ourselves down.
If we stopped shaping ourselves to fit someone else’s gaze.

I cannot fully imagine that world yet. But I want to.

Because I know how my own life changed when I stopped chasing the carrot on the stick.

The world no longer has me hooked with promises of finally being enough. I am smiling as I write this because that freedom feels really fucking good. And inside that freedom is power.

The power to create. The power to feel. The power to choose.
The power to live fully.

Sovereignty is not loud. It is not performative. It is not perfect.

It is a woman standing inside her own body and saying, this is mine.

And from that place, everything changes.