I Am Aphrodite: A Whispered Awakening | Self-Love

I was born from seafoam and skyfire,

Not from a mother's womb,

But from longing itself.

I emerged on a scallop shell,

Gliding across the tides,

Hair laced with salt and sunlight.

I am not just love.

I am desire.

I am magnetism.

I am calm.

I do not chase.

I call.

I do not ask.

I radiate.

They built temples for my name,

But my true altar is the woman who knows her power.

You are me.

Then let yourself feel everything.

Pleasure without apology.

Softness without shame.

Let your skin drink in the breeze like silk.

Let your body move like honey.

Slow,

Sensual,

Sovereign.

Wear the scent that makes you close your own eyes.

Eat berries with your fingers.

Speak with a gaze before your lips.

That's how I live.

That's how you remember.

To be like me,

You must stop waiting to be chosen.

Choose yourself.

Adorn yourself not to be seen,

But because your body is a sacred sculpture.

Bathe like a ritual.

Touch like a prayer.

Smile like you knew secrets the stars forgot.

Let your pleasure ripple out into the world.

It heals more than you know.

You are not here to shrink.

You are here to spark.

I live in every woman who dares to love herself fully.

In every moment you pause.

Soften.

Open.

You carry my flame,

So whisper with your hips.

Drink from golden cups.

Say no like a goddess.

Say yes like a kiss.

Let beauty drip from your fingertips and when you walk into a room,

Let them feel you like a warm breeze across their soul.

You are not becoming me.

You have always been me.

Now go forth and remember.