being seen

When I post asking for models for live events I get so many women messaging me, letting me know how incredibly powerful they think it is. But that it’s not something that they could ever do for themselves.

When I posted photographs from a retreat where a group of us ran, danced, and created naked in the woods together, so many women told me that they wouldn’t feel comfortable.

When I share nude, gooey parts of myself and my body I am flooded with messages of how brave I am. How that could never be for them.

However when I ask for anonymous women to pose for my works on canvas I get a mixture of excitement and that it’s not for them.
This all boils down to your fear of being seen. 

​Fear of being seen in the body you have today. 
Possibly shame over how your body looks.
Possibly shame of nudity and being comfortable in your skin.
Because you believe that it is deficient in some way. 
Fear of being authentically seen and heard as you are in this moment, is one of the core symptoms of our wounding.

This fear stretches through the pages of history.

Especially when women were burned for being “different”. They were accused of practicing malicious magic and exiled,  imprisoned, tortured and even killed.

When was the last time you hid your uniqueness, your magic?
Of letting your light shine freely?
Of sharing your magic with the world? ⁣

I definitely have. For much of my life, I lashed out in anger, false confidence, lies and self loathing. I would do things, but be completely miserable.

I would downplay what I loved and wanted, silence my truth, set no boundaries and try to be this resulted in me downplaying my passions & talents, silencing my truths, breaking my own boundaries, hiding my  unconventional interests, my sensuality and connection to my sensuality by diminishing my own magic and power. 

And while I have come so far in my journey to be seen. Sometimes it is still hard. Sometimes it is scary as fuck, even for me.

(At one of my art shows and experiences I ended up having to MC and I literally threw up. I was so nervous. I was hyperventilating and it took all of my strength just to do it.)

The world can be a cruel place, and baring your soul, your body, the intimate gooey parts for others to see can feel truly terrifying & threatening.⁣

…But it also UNLOCKS soooo much fucking magic! 

It is true that by stepping out of the shadows & allowing yourself to be authentically seen, you may have to forfeit certain aspects of your life, your comfort zone, conformity, societal approval and possibly even relationships.

But by not shining in your truth, you forfeit something even greater — your own peace, juicy pleasure joy, your fucking power and magic.

In allowing myself to be authentically seen, I have deepened almost every IMPORTANT connection in my life.

In allowing myself to be authentically seen, I expanded my ability to hold and be present for ALL of my emotions, the big, the scary and the pleasure. 

In allowing myself to be authentically seen, I have come to truly offer myself, all of myself (the shadows too) compassion, acceptance and compassion, that I used to find difficult to face.
  
In allowing myself to be authentically seen, I have more compassion for others, their shadows, and their liberation.

So, yes I have had to let SO much of my old self go. But I have gained infinitely more. And you will too. 

From a personal standpoint and from the standpoint of the hundreds of women I have shared space and experiences with. I highly suggest joining a community of sisters to see you as you are. It is brave as fuck and it will allow you to openly explore with others all of the pieces you may be worried about being seen.

If you are looking for a perfect experience, sign up for my email list. Or check out this event Becoming Art.

You are the fucking magic, right now. It starts with being seen! 

XO, TIffany