Dressing Down

This isn't just a change of image; it's a call to comfort. It's time for the great unbuttoning.

Bring out the caftans, keffiyehs, the abayas, the elasticated pants. Burn the bras, snip the thongs, tie the hair back. Anything synthetic that clings and chafes is banished. We're choosing bare feet or bamboo slippers, not blistered heels. This is deliberate. We are reclaiming physical freedom to focus on mental and moral liberation.

Beauty Is Not a Prerequisite

Let's talk about the face we show the world. No more masks, concealers, or 12-step contour kits ... who has the time? And absolutely no lashes from a box. Let the bags sag, the wrinkles crease; let the laugh lines testify to a life imperfectly lived. The only lashes I'm batting are the ones I was born with. Keep your powders, potions, and Birkin bags. I'm slinging totes and cotton comfort. We're done with beauty standards designed to keep us questioning our worth.

And dayum, I do look 100 years old by Friday. Screw it, it's been a hell of a week! My nervous system is shot and my face shows it. I'm done!

Forget the flat irons, blow-outs, Brazilians ... ALL my hair will be frizzy and free. Call me when men are spending $500 a month on touch-ups or strapping into leggings so tight their legs go numb. Better yet, when they invent a bra for man boobs. Until then, believe me when I say: I'm beautiful, even if only on the inside. Worth is not an aesthetic achievement; it's inherent truth.

Power is Purpose

Here’s the heart of it: this isn't just about ditching underwire and eyeliner. It's about redefining womanhood, reclaiming energy, and refusing to play a rigged game. For too long, our focus has been drained by the triviality of maintenance. It is a brilliant, insidious distraction.

Think of this: While we're sweating over cheekbones, the world is in chaos. While we're twerking and smoldering on IG for likes, activists, scientists, social warriors, poets, and thinkers are out there saving us from tyranny, climate collapse, and injustice.

Every hour spent on filters or makeup is an hour not spent reading, organising, or leading. Obsession with being palatable has made us politically inert.

So keep the paraphernalia of perfection for later. Right now, we need battle gear: clothes that let us run, resist, and revolt!

The call is simple: reallocate your energy. Take the hours and dollars poured into image and invest them in your voice, your education, your community. Read a hard book. Mentor a young woman. Join a board. Organise a protest. Be bold, be loud, be a warrior for justice.

This is the shift. Power isn't polish; it's purpose. Let's join the flotilla, the marches, the rallies, and fight for something bigger.

For now, the world needs your voice and your focus, not your vanity and flawlessness.

We can unbox beauty again after liberation.