Category: Age

I woke up feeling free yesterday.

I woke up feeling free yesterday. 🌀

As if all the shadows of objectifying women had finally been brought to light.

Suddenly, I didn’t have that subconscious sensation at the back of my mind about my body being sized up for someone else’s lewd thoughts. Sensations that I’ve brushed away my whole life.

I was tied by an unspoken social constraint that often made me feel more comfortable wearing something less flattering, more practical.

Hide my pretty. Hide my curves, my long legs, my sensuality.

But that’s over because, yesterday, I finally woke up free.

In my soul, I suddenly felt that we women can put on a playful short dresses, & know that it’s about our enjoyment, not theirs.

We can dress sensually stylish without having certain eyes/minds believing that they hold the upper hand in seeing us as an object, and all of this happened because the grossest orange-haired guy’s lewd words finally sparked the most liberating feeling ever:

We, as a people, will not stand for that kind of behavior any longer.

We no longer have to hide our pretty.

We can be grown women who still hold onto the power of being a strong-willed, bright-eyed, intelligent, unicorn-loving, magic-believing beautiful girl who loves wearing whimsical dresses. (The grrrl power movement has won!)

We don’t have to hide our beautiful selves in the shadows to avoid that kind of objectifying.

Here’s the crazy thing: I didn’t know that feeling of freedom existed until yesterday.

🌀 Yes, world, we women are living, breathing, gorgeous people who will dress up pretty without ever being an object of sexual expectations ever again because those type of stories are done.

Hallelujah!

A version of this essay has been published on The Urban Howl. Check it out!

http://theurbanhowl.com/author/jessie-zanita-wright/

Copyright 2016 © Jessie Zanita Wright

The Sensual Strong Woman.

 

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A woman in a tight fitting rose-colored dress and black heels walked gracefully down the sidewalk in front of me.

Her long dark thick hair hung down her back, as she sashayed from side-to-side.

A sensual strong woman.

“She embodies the word Gorgeous,” I playfully punched my guy friend’s shoulder. We were walking to get a slice of pizza. He laughed, agreeing, but said my bottom was a little more shapely (because that’s what our friends do, right)?

We headed toward a pizza shop in this mellow college town in northern California. A place where people are more likely to wear flip-flops or running shoes than black high heels. She represented an anomaly of style and grace.

Right before the pizza shop, she stopped to put her bags in the trunk of her black Mini Cooper.

I told my friend that I’d love to be like that, especially after all these years of being a mom, and feeling less than glamorous (particularly on the days/weeks/months that I’ve had to “debate” special education services for my sons—see aren’t you tired from reading that sentence—so you can see why this Sensual Strong Woman caught my inner wild woman’s attention).

It wasn’t envy so much as it was admiration: she seemed so strong with her perfectly curved calf muscles and so sexy in the ownership of her own self. She gracefully held her space in the world.

As she opened the front door of her black Mini, I finally saw her face, and then I knew why she embodied a sensual strong confident woman because she grew into that space.

She created—over time—who she wanted to become, and even though time barely showed as wrinkles on her face, I could see that she was at least ten, or maybe, fifteen years older than me, and she embraced beauty.

The kind of beauty that comes with the wisdom of living.

In that brief moment, I knew nothing about her life, her struggles, her triumphs, her loses, or her, but I did know that she reminded me to keep being a Sensual Strong Woman as I grow wiser in my years.

She wasn’t some image photoshopped and posted on Instagram or in some magazine, but a real life breathing Sensual Strong Woman who embraced being herself.

And that is beautiful!

 

Copyright 2016 © Jes Wright

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