The Separation of Body and the Soul + How I Came Up with the Name ‘More Than A Woman’

As many are aware, I've spent the last two months in Miami, and during this brief period, I've absorbed a wealth of insights. Beyond the allure of Miami, the societal fixation on beauty has become deeply ingrained in the culture, sparking profound contemplation within me. While the topic of plastic surgery is commonplace, witnessing someone recuperating in the back of a car with a bloodied faja (compression garment) alters the perception of beauty. It casts a shadow over its radiance, leading to a profound reevaluation of conventional notions of body and beauty – questioning whether these concepts are truly interlinked.

Upon entering college, I encountered unfamiliar remarks about my physique. Gradually, I noticed that people began using my body as a defining characteristic, highlighting the size of my butt, or expressing their desire for my figure. Strangely, some of these comments were meant to uplift me while devaluing themselves. This unusual focus on bodies left me disheartened, as I started recognizing the exaggerated significance placed on physical appearance. For instance, I do acknowledge my physique's appeal, yet I'm acutely aware of the implications that come with these attributes. Simultaneously, I have fully grasped that a body holds little value if the soul within is impure.

Undoubtedly, it's challenging to advise women who are attracted to men not to seek validation through male attention. Human nature compels us to yearn for recognition from our peers and although the desire to be desired is nearly universal (and anyone who denies this is not being entirely truthful), this craving should not blind us into believing our worth hinges on validation received, especially validation that only captures the peripheral.