03/18/2025
Loving herself—exactly as she is—is the most rebellious thing she’s ever done. In a world that profits off insecurity, she chose self-respect. In a culture that tells women to shrink, she chose to take up space.💙🧡💛
She is not defined by size, age, or anyone else’s standards. She is defined by her own joy, her own power, her own love for herself.👩💪💚
And that? That is unstoppable.❗️
Tag a queen who needs this reminder today! 🧡
"Wtf are you posting that, Gina?"
My tender Ego frantically asks me same day'um thing every damn day.
But, I wish you could hear it.
The Other Voice.
The one that calmly reminds me that the risk of staying small, of hiding and playing safe is too great.
The one that smiles knowingly and says, "You know why. You've paid a high price for keeping Truth lodged in your body."
Let me be clear.
My body is NOT my supreme offering to the world.
It actually nauseates me to think of all the time I’ve spent obsessing, perfecting, dishonouring and even justifying it.
I cringe to think that the Masterpiece that is my creative gift to the world; ALL that I am, ALL that I care deeply about, ALL that I so lovingly craft to present to the world, can be swallowed whole in a mouthful composed of breast, thigh and ass.
My body is mine and not up for public debate.
If I want to eat ice cream for breakfast, become a vegan, or suck mashed potatoes through a straw, that’s my business.
Same goes for how I move my body, what I decide to pierce and what I choose wear.
I have wasted a good chunk of my precious earthly visit standing in my closet wondering what other people would think looks proper on me.
In my 40s, I have never been more voluptuous.
My curves have curves, baby.
And interestingly, ironically, I have also never felt sexier, more alive, more confident, more rooted, more myself and more comfortable with my appearance.
I’m not a narcissist.
I’m not an egomaniac.
I have shifted into ownership of my body.
A reclamation of its beauty, its power, its sovereignty, its sensuality, its right to feel good at this or any age, at this or any size.
It’s mine.
And I am grateful for it. How it’s honoured me, forgiven me, healed me, carried me, protected me and stuck with me.
THIS BODY has a bigger message for me about Reverence.
Daring me to accept it As Is.
To be comfortable with it, to befriend it, to celebrate it, to glorify it, to adorn it, to pleasure it, to dare to dance in it and be seen in its full-on freaking glory.
I'm a
And I'm not sucking it in any longer.
Gina💋