08/03/2026
Last Friday I was having a swim in Bangkok, where I am right now.
And I couldn’t help but observe women in bikinis. And it suddenly hit me.
Women are such beautiful, powerful beings, expansive in their energy, beautiful in their shapes.
And then such a bikini… It constricts. It instantly makes the woman smaller, more childlike. It disempowers her.
The women I saw suddenly no longer felt like grown, mature, powerful women, but more like little girls, teenagers, trying to follow dress codes so they won’t be shamed, rejected, or ridiculed.
At the same time they were sexualizing themselves, because so many of us learned that being perceived as sexy by men is somehow part of our value.
And maybe there is also something deeper in that dynamic. Dressing for the male gaze has long been a way of creating proximity to power, because historically men held most of that power.
And proximity to power has always been connected to survival.
Don’t get me wrong. I have been there too, and I recognize it in myself very deeply. But being on the other side of it now, I can feel how liberating it is to step out of that dynamic.
And I can also see more clearly how much it strips women of their true power.
Because the sensuality of women, or women in their true, creative power, almost seems too big for a bikini.
As if that energy simply doesn’t fit inside something so small.
I just noticed that, in some way, life force energy stopped flowing. It felt strangely disempowering to watch.
Can anyone relate?