Food and the feminine - and what happens when you keep saying no to your desires

I just ate an epic lunch. Epic. Super loaded with all the delicious things. 

As I ate it. I felt every colour hit my cells in a rainbow of “YES”. It was pleasure in every crisp bite. I RECEIVED it. 

—> Look a salad isn’t the best choice here because it seems like I’m pro toxic-diet-wellness culture. But I assure you, this salad came from a desire, a longing… I’ve got this “winter is coming” John Snow appetite for summery foods rn.

And my philosophy with food is… to FEED. 

Feed my emotional being

AND 

my physical being

AND

my deep feminine desire.

Today my desire said summery salad, straight from the garden, crispy and laden with colour. No holding back. Crunch crunch yum.

In this example my food was typically nourishing. 

But the bigger point is that saying yes to my desire also feeds me on an entirely different level. 

A deeper one. 

An uhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh thank you level. Where I’m so freaking FULL of life that radiance emanates from my being. 

And THAT - that’s nourishment. 

The salad is NOT nourishment, is NOT feeding me if I don’t desire it. If it comes from my head, from the shoulds, from someone else’s academic paper, it does NOT feed me. 

But if it rises up straight from the clear YES PLEASE in my body, it’s nourishing. 

And that could be chocolate. 

Or cheese on bread. 

A fat t-bone. 

Or a salad. 

Or all of those things in that order. 

Your body will tell you when you learn to listen to her.

We’ve lost the art of feeding ourselves. 

AND we’ve lost the art of hearing, let alone saying yes to our desires. 

And the result is cycles of restriction and binging. It’s control, separation, and complete lack of joy, pleasure, and vitality. 

Tell me… a woman who glows, a woman who is confident, or raises her face to the breeze and lets all of life in, feels life ravishing her, filling her to overflowing - is she a woman who says no to her desire?

Hell no.

She says YES. 

Most woman are petrified of this. 

Concerned they’ll be left in a gluttony of hedonistic indulgence. 

But that is not my experience. 

Not when paired with the art of receptivity. Not when deeply connected to one’s body. 

That woman does not feed herself on shallow scraps. She does not deny her desires.

She lets her desire lead her. Into the most ravishing, embodied, full sense of herself. 

This is the way of the feminine.

My latest body of work is called Body, Beloved. The container through which we usher in a new era of relationship with our bodies. 

And its going to change your life. 

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