I’m a Beyoncé fan.
Well, fan may not be the best word to describe how I feel about her. Fan, to me, implies fanaticism – or generally being prone screaming and losing your cool if a celebrity entered the room, in which case, I’m a Janet Jackson fan. Don’t judge me.
Respect. That’s the right word. I respect Beyonce not because she can put on the best show ever in a pair of stilettos (you go girl), but because of the woman she has evolved into right before our eyes.
A few years ago she created an alter ego named Sasha Fierce. Sasha served as a persona that she could morph into on stage and instantly become a goddess. Sasha was strong, confident and sexy – qualities that Beyonce had not allowed to be part of her own self-image.
I can identify with that need to face the world as what others think you should be instead of who you really are. There have been many times when I felt I wasn’t good enough or pretty enough or strong enough. Insecurity is not a foreign concept to many women.
Age and experience are wonderful teachers however – especially when you are seeking to know yourself. Self-reflection allowed her to realize that the only thing that was stopping her from embodying Sasha as Beyonce was herself. A wall came down, other people mattered less, more of her true self showed up and (surprise!) strong, confident and sexy was there the whole time.
Everyone’s process is different, but we all have varying degrees of desire to be more of ourselves in a world that makes it seem like that is impossible. Sexy is a mindset – a subtle confidence in knowing that I am who I am and that’s OK.
Sasha died because Beyonce stopped feeding her and started feeding her own soul. Gratitude is the fastest way to do this. Step back for a second and realize how much you’ve accomplished. Make note of how many people you’ve helped, how many things you’ve orchestrated and how many talents you have.
You’re one bad mamma jamma. Keep strutting…I see you.