I often wish we existed as energy. I believe we contain it within our human houses, (our bodies) but I wish we presented and appeared to one another in that energetic form, rather than in our human suits. I imagine it would lend to more honest and genuine connection, or at least thatβs what my imagination and belief tells me. Being born a woman, and finding out what that entails, all the expectation and weight of it, how it presents and acts, or how it shouldnβt! All societally dictated without my say so, and how I choose to present myself speaking for me rather than being asked and considered for what is not present in appearance. I have the urge to strip it all away, to be without being what I look like or how I choose to present myself. To exist in the energy I possess rather than in the sensation of of having a body. In my happiest moments, I am merely a light shining on some distant place, filled with the energetic union of the things I love and hold dear.
the second look of this set speaks more to these ideas,
my thoughts on femininity and energy