THE EMOTIONAL INHERITANCE LIVING IN YOUR HIPS

Your pelvis is an inbox full of ancestral emails nobody ever opened.

You’ve been stretching your hip flexors for three years and they’re still tight. You’ve done the yoga. The foam rolling. The pigeon pose that makes you ugly-cry in a room full of strangers while the instructor whispers “let it go” and you’re like LET WHAT GO, BRENDA, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS.

Someone on TikTok told you it’s because you have “past life trauma stored in your sacrum” from that one incarnation where you were a repressed Victorian governess who died without ever expressing her sexuality. Another one said you’re blocked because you dishonored your sacral chakra during the fall of Atlantis.

Cool theory. Your fascia has a different story. And receipts.

(Spoiler: it’s not a past life. It’s your grandmother. She’s right there. In your psoas. Sending faxes from 1952. Your body is still receiving them.)

What your pelvis is actually holding has nothing to do with Atlantis and everything to do with the women who couldn’t run. The ones who stayed. The ones who swallowed the scre…