When I Became a Woman
I have always had this sense of wanting to become a woman. To me, a woman was power, grace, a 'juicy mama', a goddess, a warrior. My childhood was full of examples of these women. Either in books of faraway lands and the magical and fruitful women who inhabited them, or in my mother, my teachers and my community. When I was younger, I thought that becoming a woman was the greatest feat and challenge that a young girl could undertake. I admired women's strength and resilience. Women are connected to the earth, we make bonds between each other, and we create new life. I thought that one day I would wake up and be a woman. Or perhaps that it would happen after my cycle or once I graduated high school. When I became a woman was when I fully stepped into my power and when I started using it.
When I found love for myself and my womanly body, I stepped into my power and made the conscious decision to never lose sight of it. This is what invoked the goddess and the sense of this divine gift of a body we are all given. This is what invoked the warrior that would stand up for myself and others who are mistreated. This is what invoked the juicy mama and the playful spirit that basks in her own beauty. What I realized, was that coming into womanhood was everything about accepting and loving myself absolutely for who I was and also for what I looked like.
Some cultural messages insist that we deny the physical body and what it represents as a way to be modest, to fit into a group, to behave or be good. This was made clear to me during The Body Positive's recent workshop, which I participated in as a facilitator. The first activity we did was to introduce ourselves with the following: our name, what community we were coming from (i.e., school, hometown, workplace, creative community, etc.), what brought us to the workshop, and what we could say about our beauty. For all the women, the first two questions were the easiest. Most people strongly identify with their names as well as where we're from. Our communities are also strong identifiers. When it came to saying what brought us to the workshop, and making a statement about our beauty, some felt stuck. What about their beauty? Had they forgotten it had even existed? Had they ever talked about their beauty in a group before? What about being self-righteous? Conceited?
Most women shared about their beauty being tied to how they interact with others; being a good friend and confidant; being empathetic or emotional, being a good student or helping others.
When it came to my turn, I said, "I am enjoying my physical body! I have had treasured moments recently when I have caught myself in the mirror and really enjoyed what I see. I find myself doing a little dance or giving myself a genuine smile when I cross paths with my physical self. Its really fun!""
I think I pretty much shocked half the room. Of course my point wasn't to do that, but for them to realize that women can love their physical selves! We don't have to be wise or strong or emotional to be beautiful, we can risk being conceited, risk sounding confident, and proudly say that we love our bodies and therefore we love ourselves!
Being a woman is so much about the physical. It amazes me that in this society we try to shame ourselves into denying our womanly parts and our own natural flesh. We learn to lose the parts that make us women and add to parts that make us more 'desirable' to some people. I say that being a woman and encouraging our flesh connects us to the earth, honors our heritage and the ancient wisdom and lineage that created us.
We can be dynamic leaders, amazing friends, empathetic, and conscious humanitarians and also celebrate our flesh. We can be mothers and friends and co-workers and sisters and citizens and agents of change and love our bodies. We can all step into our power and find gratitude for our womanly bodies! We can have it all.
I am happy to say that my absolute love and compassion for myself and for my body have made me proud to be a woman.