Ode 2 My Inna Sectionz
I have found deep and sincere pleasure in watching videos where I am taking the opportunity to care for myself or, just enjoying my own company. Mostly by dancing, or moving my body in a way that resembles something like dance lol
It reminds me of a distinct peace of mind that I’ve discovered within my hardest moments, one that tempers my adversities by serving me up the full spectrum of my potential.
I do it all the time now and even still, I feel like there aren’t enough. I expand this space each day by committing my performative self, learning more from the day before so that I can show up and show out in the next one. I see myself growing and glowing as I do this thing I love to do, all for me. I feel like when I perform the ritual of self-identification with/in, I am recommitting my soul to my body….reuniting the two in an inner child reunion or my brand to my persona or some shit.
I’m reminded that unlike most and many times, I have curated the lens by which I am being exposed to the world and thus, control the gaze which learns me appreciatively. My view holds not a raunchy sight in my opinion, yet it feels like I would still be shunned heavily for some dimension of “indecent exposure.”
Watching the process of slowing down and nurturing the space in me that weathers every living day, I take value in reclaiming my value. Honoring my space. I find it’s rare to see bodies like mine ever really seen celebrating the preservation of our most delicate and vulnerable nature for fear of criticism or persecution or some other hater vibe.
The moment is deeply satisfying to view and even more sacred to experience, so much so that it almost feels like a naughty privilege. The view is almost clandestine, it's rather taboo to witness in a way that I even feel like I’m almost trespassing until I’m reminded it's my own view.
WARNING: BLACK GURL VULNERABLE, BRAVE, & FEELING CONFIDENT IN HER OWN SKIN. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.