Cotton Candy




Women are fascinating creatures. Soft, powerful, simple, complex, perplexing, mystifying and yes, more often than we like to admit, self-contradictory. (Let's be honest.)

Getting lost in the daily vortex of Instagram feeds, lookbooks, and a plethora of DIY makeup tutorials available online (as embarrassing as it may be), it has given me a great pleasure how, in the name of online stalking research, us, women, have increasingly become confident vehicles of our own in telling the very essence as well as celebrating the quiet strength of the millennial female spirit. And it's undeniable (Go ahead and take a quick stroll over the voluminous content created and blasted by independent women-creators - both big and small).

It is needless to say that as a species, we have taken large, angry, yet unified steps forward over the last couple of decades fighting for equality in places where it lacked. And although that alone should be celebrated to say the least, the fact remains that the fight has taken us far yet not far enough.





Recently, I attended digital artist, Marijoe Piñon's opening exhibit ("Cotton Candy"); a series devoted to all kinds of women that are navigating the world in a shared search for confidence in sensuality and sexuality - a topic I ever feel deeply about and felt I had to engage you in a discourse now rather than later.

Piñon's work showcased the stories of various young women - each told individually and as uniquely as the subject was - all glued together by electrifying rope art, burlesque and musical performances. It was a night of celebrating the female form; one I wish could extend to our everyday lives from here to eternity. Women should be celebrated every day after all.


 Most of us women are held back by archaic systems of society that put sexuality in a negative light.
Day by day that I grow as a young woman, I have faced issues - each one too worthy of its own story on this website - that trace back to my childhood when when I would get trained to feel small and inferior to non-female members and get motherly remarks on how un-ladylike I was being for slouching down or opening my legs whilst sitting down, and stretch out to the present where I've been body-shamed, cyber-attacked for exposing some cleavage, and where my body and manner of speaking have been both sexualised and viewed as inappropriate. And while there is so much more that I would rather not burden you with, I can only empathize with other girls that have been victims of these and many other forms of injustice.


With that in mind, I think it is both crucial and evident that we, as women, should continue to utilise the tools of our generation in voicing out these matters (as well as wearing glam and thotfits despite its repercussions, of course) - and we should do so, more powerfully, together. 

I side with Piñon when she declared women as the most beautiful creatures, worthy of losing sleep and splattering paint across the room for (as she did so gracefully well for this exhibit). That is why whoever you are, whatever your story is, I urge you to explore your own beauty, sexuality and capabilities, as only a woman knows how to delicately weave sweet innocence with irresistibly wild notes.




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