The Lies That Steal Our Sexy: A Love Letter to the Wild Woman Within

I used to believe sexy wasn’t for me.

I’d look in the mirror and see something beautiful—yoga-strong arms, a soft belly, sun-kissed skin—but I didn’t feel it. I felt like a display piece. An object. A body designed for someone else’s pleasure, never my own.

Somewhere along the line, I was taught that “feeling sexy” meant I was asking for attention. That pleasure was shameful. That desire was dangerous. That to touch myself, to explore my own skin, made me unfaithful, inappropriate, or too much.

And so, I swallowed the lies:

• “Sexy is only for the confident girls.”

• “Mothers don’t have sex drives.”

• “You’re a tease if you enjoy your own body.”

• “You’re a slut if you say yes, and frigid if you say no.”

God, no wonder we’re confused.

But lately… something’s shifting.

The wilderness in me is waking up.
The woman who once went numb is cracking open.
And I’m learning—relearning—that sexy isn’t what I was told it was.

Sexy is presence.
It’s grounding into your body and feeling safe inside it.
It’s laughing from your belly.
It’s the way the sun hits your collarbone.
It’s rubbing one out not because you're hiding, but because you’re honoring the call of your body.

This isn’t about men. It’s not even about sex.

It’s about coming home to the truth that your body isn’t dirty. Your desire isn’t shameful. Your pleasure isn’t a betrayal.

It’s about reclaiming what the world tried to strip away:
your softness, your fire, your sovereignty.

So if you’ve been feeling broken, ashamed, disconnected, or unsure…

Let this be your permission slip:
You get to feel sexy AND sacred.
You get to be wild AND whole.
You get to want more without apologizing for it.

You were never meant to be small, silent, or stripped of your spark.

You are the storm.
You are the flame.
You are the woman you’ve been waiting for.

Let’s stop lying to ourselves.
Let’s start telling the truth.
Let’s come alive—fully, wildly, unapologetically.

I’m with you. All the way home.

If this touched something in you…
If you’ve ever believed the lies that stole your fire…
If you’re just beginning to come home to your own body…

Would you be brave enough to leave a comment below? 👇

Not for applause. Not for attention.
But so another woman scrolling through—maybe with tears in her eyes—can whisper, “me too.”

We heal in togetherness.
Let’s show each other we’re not alone anymore. 

With all my love,
🖤 — The American Wilderness Woman