Oh, Goddess

There is nothing more desirable than the images of goddesses long past that exists in the body of every woman. She moves in grace and serenity, responding as easily under the touch of a well placed kiss from the wind, as the caress of a tender lover. There is beauty in all her forms, from the curves of her breast and hips, to the soft folds hidden within her thighs. She is sacred. She is love.

It’s my belief that all women should have a full length mirror. The purpose of the mirror is for them to use it to find comfort with their own body. Such things are hard for us. We judge the image of our reflection as we have been taught to do all our lives. We’ve all seen those pictures in the magazines, images of society’s idea of obsolete perfection no real woman could reach. Not and remain healthy at any rate. Today, I ask the hardest thing of all, my sisters. Love your body.

The challenge begins with claiming the house to yourself. This is not the time to be mother, wife, or even lover. The one who needs love from you now is you. Put on quiet music, whatever type that moves you in some deep way. Toss aside the clothes that hide you from the world and stand before the mirror. What you see right now, that is the goddess.

Start with your face. Feel the contours, and angles, the “imperfections”. This is the face of the goddess. Worship her. Trail your fingers down your throat, slowly. You are your most attentive lover. Let your body move to the music, skin on skin as your hands explore your perfect breasts. They are not too large. They are not too small. Forget the scars from the mastectomy. Your breasts are perfect. Touch them. Only you know how you like it best.

Hips, thighs, such miraculous curves, they shame any made-made work of art. Love yourself, gently, with patience. Take your time. Lie back on the bed as long as you can still see your reflection. Look at that seed-shaped treasure wet and pulsing between your legs. Do not turn away. You power is there, your pleasure. Explore the depths. You love her. You need her. You want her. Look at yourself. Love yourself until the name you scream is your own.

Remember, once we can fully love ourselves, the possibilities are endless.