Women are goddesses. Butt naked, we are works of art. We grow humans. We nurture. And, increasingly, are making more money than men.
Virginia Woolf (my obsession) said that a man can never “write a woman.”
I say, put on your lipstick, let your feet go numb from blood red stilettos, spend more money than you should on make-up and tell anyone who calls you shallow to go f*ck themselves.
Sensuality is a gift given to our gender from God.
If we embraced what made us woman and weren’t made to feel shameful for it, we’d already have claimed what was originally ours: the whole goddamn planet.