What might be someone else's ick, might be my liberation!

Hi lovely,

You know what’s edgy?

Not the things we were told were edgy when we were young. Not rebellion for the sake of being seen.

Edgy, to me, is this.

It’s standing in midlife, in a body that sometimes feels like a stranger to me…and deciding to cloak her in lingerie. To step into shapes that, for most of my life, felt reserved for the youthful, the sexual, the ones who hadn’t already lived so many chapters.

And then to move. To strut. To stretch. To let music pull my body into places that feel unfamiliar, a little awkward, a little daring.

Because I want to challenge the story I’ve been quietly telling myself. The one that says certain parts of the journey are over. The one that says some doors close with age. The one that whispers, you’ve already done enough of that.

What if I keep the beginner’s mind instead?

What if I keep the stretch alive? The push. The curiosity. 

What if every chapter of my life gets to include something that makes me feel a little bit new? 

And honestly…why not? Because somewhere in the future there’s a version of me who will be so grateful I didn’t shrink now. A version of me who will love every minute of the edge I leaned into,every stretch I allowed,every time I chose expansion over self-editing.

And here’s the truth I keep coming back to:

What might be someone else’s ick, might actually be my liberation.

It might be uncomfortable for someone to see me in certain shapes,certain expressions,certain renditions of myself. But this isn’t about managing someone else’s projections.

This is about meeting my own edges. About loosening the limits I’ve quietly placed on myself. About choosing to live wide open. Even when it’s a little confronting.

Especially then.

Huge love,

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