dear soul,
today i wondered what would happen if we would be more naked in the fashion industry. not in a sex sells way, maybe in a quite literal way, but definitely in a being raw with each other way. are you comfortable in being naked?
funny enough, i feel very comfortable in showing my skin and being physically naked. the minute i enter my apartment i see myself peeling off layers, i will add a zillion of blankets and hot water bottles in bed before i put on pajamas. i find myself somedays almost refusing to put on an outfit let alone a stylish one. yet, that’s not what i feel sexy about.. it definitely means nothing if you’re not able to be naked emotionally. heard of that just recently.. people call it vulnerability, ew…
for a long time and the majority of my intentions in the fashion industry where focused on the fact that i can cover up. i love looking presentable, i always combined colors and shapes in an aesthetic way and - sad to say - i was always able to hide behind these skills and made a lot of use of that. because unfortunately an emotional and mental striptease isn’t as easy as unbuttoning my oversized shirt. and yet it helps - at least if you’re a metaphorical person like me.
each button is a layer that has been put on you by yourself or others. each button is a narrative about how this and that should be or need to be. each button is a story you tell yourself to hide from yourself.
now, please do yourself a favor and don’t rip your clothes off right away after reading this. don’t push yourself into yourself. don’t hate yourself into yourself. don’t rape yourself. allow yourself to slow. it. down.
unbutton that shirt in the slowest way possible - button…by button…by button.. like a alluring foreplay. let all the sensual feelings arise: uncertainty, excitement, fear, hope, death, aliveness.. feel those feelings. decide which narrative you want to entertain more or where the story needs to be adjusted, rewritten or sorted out.
sexy isn’t an outfit.
sexy isn’t a body.
sexy is a feeling.
sexiness is being you for you. loving yourself into your emotional world, your mind, your physique, your speech and gestures. it’s being obsessed with being you while being you. no objectification, zooming out or observation - just the raw experience of your own being and how that feels.
entertain the idea to get dressed from that place the next time you put on clothes - this abundant wholesome sexiness that excelerates itself by going more and more within. your personal style is the expression of your personal experience. no one in this world is able to express your experience of sexiness aka of being you, for or better than you. you’re one of a kind. there is no urgency in doing so that’s why we feel so delicate about it when we let go of the rush (trends) but feed it with intention (personal style).
and suddenly, the sarcasm - fed by the element of time and trends - about vulnerability left the wardrobe. the exposing factor isn’t overwhelming and scary anymore. i am not exposed to time anymore. my vulnerability becomes so beautiful that i am left with nothing but awe and timelessness. amazed by the amount of freedom she gives me, starstruck by all the opportunities and possibilities to outlive the fear by choosing my vulnerability, my sexy.
choose her! cheers,
Lea