Walk Like a Goddess
When I walk with Goddess energy, look out, y’all — for realz!
My hands are shaking as I write this morning from Seven Stars Bakery in the Federal Hill area of Providence, Rhode Island. Where matters. I’m on display. I’m wearing a figure-revealing sweater and I feel every curve of this thicc body undulating as I breathe trying to settle my nervous system. My pants would have once been considered tight. Clothing intended for men hide them most of the time. Clothing made for women put our bodies on trial.
Sometimes the Goddess insists on visibility. I evoke her constantly and open myself to what messages are encoded in my Goddess DNA. I am beautiful. Of all the admissions I can make, that one never loses its kick. Accepting the gift of beauty, physical, personality and abundance always feels like arrogance. I says it’s humility. Knowing I’m beautiful—utter acceptance that I cause a riot of excitement in people—prepares me to be of service.
It’s not even about me. I often say “I look like Tickle Me Elmo” and I have felt that way. Now I see a precocious little girl peeking back at me when I look in the mirror, when I allow her to look out the window of me, that is. The glimmer of beauty that emanates is the energy of the Goddess alive. To avoid sounding esoteric and mystical (not that those things are innately bad, just harder to swallow) I’ll be practical and say, my ancestors were beautiful people. They were resilient people. They were people who managed to retain their ability to love through hardship, violence and cruelty directed at them on a world scale. Who could survive the legacy of America and not be heroic?
My beauty serves the world. I am evidence that a being like me can move through the world and illicit joy. With every step and each person I meet the Goddess let’s me know the work is working. Hard-faced strangers enact kindness towards me. People I have never laid eyes upon, express gratitude for my existence. I’m a one-person real life We’re Here. My being makes it safe for other beings to follow and by the end of the day I am confident I have blazed a trail. I have tested the waters for trans safety (and when I walk I walk as trans, ain’t no hiding that sh*t), and determined that the water is getting closer to fine.
—Notorious Pink
