“I am so perfect, so divine, so ethereal, so surreal, I cannot be comprehended… except by my permission…”
~Nikki Giovanni: Ego-Tripping
I don’t know about you guys, but there is nothing that makes me feel more brilliant, more beautiful, more powerful…and yes, more segzy than standing in front of my mirror butt boonkee nekkid, staring myself in my eyes with an innocent half smile and a devilish head tilt as I let the words to Nikki Giovanni’s “Ego-Tripping” run thru my head.
When I was younger, I wasn’t able to do that. You know, stand in all of my “glory” and admire God’s perfection. I always had to have on something to cover myself – even when I was alone. Funny, because back then, I had a better body – smaller tummy, perkier breasts, a brighter smile. But damn if time doesn’t breed wisdom…knowledge of SELF. And with that knowledge comes SELF-assuredness…and yes, a lil’ bit of ego-tripping. Now, I walk around my house nekkid all of the time. I catch glimpses of myself in the mirror and I wink.
Yesterday, I went for a jog in the rain and when I got back to my patio, I peeled off my clothes (down to my sports bra and boy shorts – no free peep show lol) and just stood for a minute to let the rain beat my skin. Ten years ago, I wouldn’t have been out in the rain on purpose…and definitely not shedding my clothes outside.
Is this a 30-something thing, I wonder? Because as I talk to more and more of my friends, we feel “IT”. As I embrace my Divine Feminine, I hope that all women have an opportunity to go thru this period in their lives. Where you shed the silly, false bravado of your twenties, and finally feel authentically confident. Gaze at yourself in the mirror and say, “Bish, I’m a MIRACLE!” © Ms. Smart, 2010. Secure. Brilliant. Beautiful. Segzy. Powerful. Free.
I definitely know what Nikki was feeling when she wrote that poem. And I hope you do, too. 
“I feel like I can fly…like a bird in the sky…”
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First of all, when I saw that pic, I coulda SWORE the title of this entry read “SuperPreggo.” LOL
As for the entry, I think this is a woman thing. Men are not necessarily more comfortable in their bodies as we age, but in general, we just care less than women about it. We care, just less. This surely has something to do with how men and women are popularly presented.
I think it also has to do with the DNA of the two genders. When men write poems or songs about bodies, they ALWAYS talk about women. When women write poems or songs about bodies, it could be about a man OR a woman’s body. To me, that’s not by accident.
#1, I did the same thing when I hit Publish. I had to double check. Lol!
#2, that’s interesting about men not neccesarily being comfortable, but caring less. I guess its because women are often judged by their looks more than men, so we develop and internalize insecurities that you guys may not.
THAT explains the confidence pot-bellied dude in the Speedo I saw last week. Lol!
#3, about the poetry/songs. I agree. The female form has always been an object of male worship. Do you think women are ambiguous in description because of we’ve seen how that worship is more of a curse? It seems like women tend to suppress our sexuality instead of embracing it for the same reason.
I think women talk about the female form to counter the negative worship that men often give. Men talk about the female body like it’s a thing to be used, while women talk about it as a thing of beauty.
Exactly! Sometimes, I think that men think that they ARE speaking of beauty when they view us as objects to be used. Its why a lot of men think that telling a woman she is segzy is a higher compliment than beautiful, attractive or nice-looking.
I sometimes say I’m just delusional. And it’s partly true. I think so not because of what I look like or because of my education or any other tangible things. It’s mainly because I’m the only me there is. Nobody can be a better Ms. Smart.
There is absolutely nothing delusional about believing that you’re a Unicorn.
#glitterpoot
But seriously, that sentiment reminds me of a Florence Shinn affirmation. “There is a place that I am to fill that no one else can fill. There is something that I am to do that no one else can do.” It took me 30-something years to really understand and appreciate what that means.