Some Bodies Just Need to Move

What I learned when I let my body dance again

For years, I was told to sit still.
Focus.
Produce.
Tone it down. Be less.

So I did.

I shut it down—
the wild sway,
the constant hum beneath my skin,
the aliveness that pulsed just beneath the surface.

At first, I thought I was being good.
Obedient. Successful.
Palatable.

But my body?
She started to go quiet—
not in peace, but in defeat.

The movement and potency I repressed…
it almost killed me.

There was a cost to this silence.
A cost to holding it all in.
Depression.
Sadness.
Resentment.
A heaviness that made even joy feel far away.

My energy drained.
My days dulled.
My light dimmed.

Because this wasn’t just about movement.
It was about potency.
My power. My truth. My way of being.

Until one day—
I started to dance again.

Not choreographed.
Not performative.
Just… followed the movement of my body.
Let her lead.

And suddenly—
my body remembered how to speak.

Not in words,
but in rhythm.
In breath.
In bursts of energy.
In moments of sway and stillness and spirals of expression.

Through play.
Through pleasure.
Through motion.

Movement isn’t just a practice.
It’s a language.
It’s how I flow.
How I communicate.
How I create.
It’s how I healed.

And it’s no longer something I need to justify or tone down.
It’s just who I am.

Some bodies find stillness in motion.
Ease.
Clarity.
Magic.

Do you have one of those bodies?

Because if you do—
darling, please let it move.

✨ Move. Watch what happens. ✨