Its been months of looking for my sexy in a mirror and not finding it. I then looked for it in places I used to store it and it wasn’t there. I first searched in my closet and realized, nope not there either. Well for that it’s explainable, when I unconsciously got rid of my sexy I gave away all the clothes that made me feel that way. I wanted to look and dress more mature was the lie I told myself, so i gave away every piece of clothing that I ever got a compliment from wearing. I remember I used to like these compliments, about just how perfect my body was. I know a place that had my sexy, its gym. Man I used to like the comments, I used to like how people would just say I am body goals. I got rid of this sexy, I overate to gain weight, I stopped going to gym because I didn’t like how i looked. Well at least what looking sexy will lead to. My sexy was in the way I could carry my body and do yoga, it was the splits, the sanas that to many are so difficult but to me a piece of pie. My sexy was looking good and going out alone and ordering cognac or whisky just because I can. An older male friend of mine when he introduced me to cognac said it was so that small boys stay far away from me and the big boys to know they can play just not in my turf. A glass of good cognac made me powerful, there is something about standing out that just does that.
But when I got rid of my sexy it was because I was afraid of this “power”. When it was taken away I was told it is because I think so highly of myself. That I do all these things that say “fuck me” and act like I dont want to when I actually get fucked. It’s really crazy how abusers think. I spent the past months reading up on the psychology of rapists and everyday something blows my mind. I read up on the different types of rapists and the gentleman rapist stands out because that is what I encountered. Love bombing coupled with enough manipulation to make you believe the things that appear off-ish are because you want to reject this “love”. Its crazy how these type of people are delusional, like how is crying that you are forcing yourself onto me part of my act in playing hard to get? In every rapist story that I tortured myself by watching on youtube they said, “she wanted to” or “she could have screamed if she wanted me to stop”. And you know what is crazy? The brain, the one thing that has been my superpower all my life failed me. When I read about the freeze response I was in disbelief. This happens when the body releases a surge of fight or flee, and because of this surge the prefrontal cortex is impaired, so instead of acting rationally; remembering that there is someone next door so scream, or fight back because you are physically fit, or just do something, anything you instead freeze . Psychologists explain that it is because sometimes stopping to think is fatal, so the mind tries to save you from yourself in this manner.
I am still intrigued about how the mind works. I don’t remember deciding to stop doing all these things. It just happened. I don’t remember deciding to go to places or do things that would trigger me. My brain decided we aren’t doing that anymore and somehow my self followed suit. Its also crazy how mid brain has somehow decided I am ready to get my sexy back. I now look in the mirror and feel like I like this sexy and want to maintain it so I am slowly going back to gym. I am slowly going back to enjoying dressing up and looking good. I need to remember how to breath again, like yoga teaches us so I can go back to the mat, it is slow, steady progress but I will get there.
I have also remembered who I am thanks to a friend of mine. When she sat across me and described who she knew me as, little memories, things I have said and stoop up to, it was like I was recovering from amnesia. I slowly pieced together parts of me that someone violently teared apart. I realize that coming back to self is difficult and I am grateful to my friend Tiny, for a small chat started this journey for me ke arabilwe through you.