Your Body is a Temple
Your Body is a Temple
A sacred reminder for every woman reclaiming her power, her rhythm, and her body.
“It’s not just a phrase.
It’s a remembrance.
A devotion.
A way of living.”
We often hear “your body is a temple” — but what does that really mean? In a world that teaches us to hustle, numb, and disconnect, this truth becomes an anchor. A sacred rebellion. A gentle homecoming.
To feel like your body is a temple isn’t about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It's not about control.
It's about care.
Reclaim Our Power
Reclaim Our Power
I have always been curious about my genitals, but I never dared to touch myself because it wasn’t "allowed." So obedient, yet a little uncertain and afraid, I refrained.
I was around 20 years old the first time I had sex. It was with a guy I had met at a dance (swing dance)—the first time someone saw me and walked over just to be with me. We went home together,
VULVA
Underlivet
Bloody Seriousness
Bloody Seriousness
When I’m bleeding, I like to lie back in bed with a hot water bottle, a warm wool blanket, a hot drink, and some snacks.
During menstruation, it’s perfectly fine to indulge in something nice, truly enjoy this time, and maybe watch a film about how things were before religion started interfering with what we women do in our "red tent."