We are not dolls. We have divinity within us. We are not flawless, but we can embrace the freedom that comes from vitality, from expression, and from a deep connection with our bodies and our power. Luxurious is the life filled with rich experiences, love, self empowerment, learning and creativity.
The first cage is a cage of refinement. On the outside a refined woman looks composed, like she carries power well, like she handles all of life’s challenges gracefully while retaining soft edges. What you don’t see is that she is forced to be extremely self reliant, to keep pain and anger on a short leash, to repress emotions in order to manage the emotions of those around her. It takes constant monitoring and very narrow, very heavy psychological controls to do this. Some of us are brought up to feel this is natural, but on some level it hurts all of us.
The second cage is a cage of commodification. Aesthetics like clean girl, tied to conservative concepts of femininity and traditional wifehood, coquette which leans into girlish and playful sensibilities, and cottage core, our designed to force us into categories. Brands lean on these trends to sell, and many of us feel uncomfortable if any part of our aesthetic doesn’t match a currently dominant trend, so we end up feeling pressured to alter our presentation. This makes it hard to be totally genuine. Compliance is packaged as creativity and we lose our input.
The third cage is a cage of performative desirability. Your mother told you to wear the shapewear, never leave the house without a bra, keep your skin flawless, never have visible body hair. Then society gave you tight skimpy clothing, but contradicted with a message to never sit with relaxed legs. They gave you diet culture, spiked heels, and a million products to keep you looking like you are as close to 17 as possible. Make yourself pretty, be available but not too available, keep silent and flawless. Within this cage there can be a sense of power. You can use looks to game the system. But again you cannot make a mistake. You cannot have slightly stained teeth because you enjoy your morning coffee, chipped nail polish, or eyebrows that aren’t a perfect match. You can’t enjoy food because you are always chasing social approval of your body.
The fourth cage is a cage of denial. It’s the last one that can appear when the other three have been intentionally evaded. They don’t just shrug off the suffocating strictures of the cultural definition of femininity, but the joy and power that can come with it as well. A commanding feminine presence can transform the energy in a room. She’s not just pretty and polished. There is a clear and personal art to her beauty. Maybe she goes in for 20s style crystal jewelry, sequined dresses, and detailed sparkly manicures. Maybe she’s the girl in the dark red lipstick and the gold silk wrapped dress who doesn’t bother to modulate her laughter. Maybe she’s the girl who can handle herself in a fight but shows up in a satin dress under a leather trenchcoat. She’s the warm, living, sensual woman who actually embodies her power. In the cage of denial, you miss out on all that in an effort to avoid suffocation. To me this looks like functional baggy clothing, utilitarian footwear, no aesthetic instinct. There is relief in absence which is understandable.
All of these cages have an insidious trick, like the food in a mouse trap. They temporarily let you feel really good if you succeed within them. But they cut you off from your real power, your goddess energy. You are not weak, passive, receptive, or purely ornamental. You can be strong, outspoken, warm, vivacious, and sensual. You can enjoy all that life has to offer. But if you don’t know what you are giving up, the prizes within these cages can seem like the best thing possible. Respectability, social approval, power without apparent aggression, or just the peace and relief of the seeming absence of a cage. You don’t have to sacrifice the feminine power with an all of us just to shrug off the various methods of containment that have been devised for you.





