Your body isn't a resume. It's a portal.
The touch rituals that delete 'not enough' from your cells
Listen.
Your body has been keeping receipts.
Every “you’re too much,” every “you’re not enough,” every time someone told you to be smaller, quieter, more useful, less ALIVE… Your nervous system filed it away.
In your feet: “I don’t belong here.” In your knees: “I only matter when I’m moving.” In your hips: “I’m only valuable if I’m desirable.” In your belly: “I must achieve to deserve oxygen.” In your heart: “I’m only worthy when I’m loved.” In your shoulders: “I must carry everything.” In your throat: “My voice will destroy me.” In your head: “I must be enlightened enough.”
But here’s what they didn’t tell you: The body that stored the wound is the SAME BODY that holds the key to freedom.
Through conscious touch and intentional breath, you can literally REWIRE the neural pathways between fear, memory, and choice.
Not through affirmations you don’t believe. Not through “positive thinking” that’s just spiritual bypassing in a vision board.
Through ACTIVATION.
Through coming home to the body you’ve been abandoning since someone told you it wasn’t good enough.
I just published the full neurological treasure map:
→ The exact programs of unworthiness stored in each zone of your body → How they hijack your life (relationships, money, voice, power) → The precise touch and breath rituals that reprogram them
It’s 10,000+ words of neuroscience, Chinese medicine, somatic wisdom, and honestly? Some of the funniest shit I’ve ever written about trauma.
Because if we can’t LAUGH while we’re liberating ourselves from generational unworthiness programs, what’s even the point?
[Read: The Body As Archive - Full Map Here]
You Are Not a Human Resume. You're Earth Conducting Fucking Lightning
Listen up, beautiful disaster. Your body isn’t just a body. It’s an electromagnetic archive of every “you’re too much” and “you’re not enough” ever whispered, shouted, or silently transmitted into your nervous system since you were small enough to believe that love was something you had to EARN.
This isn’t theory. This is a manual. Your body is waiting.
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P.S. If this lands in your cells, forward it. Send it to that friend who’s been grinding herself into dust trying to earn her right to rest. The algorithm of worthiness spreads through transmission, not transaction.
Though this reads as a feminist liturgy of reclamation, I believe its power lies not in the gender of its pronouns, but in the universality of its truth:
The body remembers everything and through loving awareness,
the same body that held the wound can become the ground of freedom.
That’s not just feminist; it’s deeply humanist and spiritually liberating. It’s a clarion call to women (and anyone conditioned into self-erasure) to reinhabit their own flesh as sacred territory.
It says, in effect:
“The revolution begins not in theory or protest alone, but in the nervous system,
when the body remembers it was never the enemy.”
Yes Dea! I'm learning to laugh gently at everything these days. My body thanks me for generating that vibration💫🤣💫