Remember those old low-waist Levi’s denim commercials featuring the belly buttons finally coming out to play, singing along to Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out”? That is exactly the sort of mood I am in right now. And that mood is truly the bomb. A belly button flashing way of life is a confident one that I have finally come to find my groove within. Thanks pilates and barre class for giving me that extra push to feel good about myself in a crop top. I’m not afraid to admit that those things help compliment those feel good vibes about myself, because those vibes are something that do sometimes need to be worked hard for. And this feeling of approval I can only give myself before anyone else can. Never before has the feeling of light on that sliver of skin right below the ribcage felt so liberating. And it’s less about the physicality of how our midsections look fully exposed and more about the confidence to embrace our bodies for the way they are. And the way they move and take us places. And the way they feel all on their own on our best days. Unaltered. Natural. Without the judgement of others.
I love Coachella, because it feels totally and completely like the no judgement zone. No one cares if you jiggle in your short shorts, or if your neckline is too low, or your crop top is too short. True, there are many lines drawn that are crossed during music festival season, but isn’t that the fun of it all? It’s our bodies and we can do what we want. I like to think of it in this way . . . .that the music in the air fills the gaps where coverage on the body is lacking. Where music and life and love and friends gives us reasons to forget how we look in a bikini, and focus more on how we feel in the moment no matter what we happen to be wearing or not wearing. It’s the freedom to be comfortable in your own skin without pressures to fit into some other mold formed for us by someone who is not ourselves. And this freedom I want to carry with me everywhere I go. Not just out in the middle of nowhere in the desert just a few weekends out of the year. No, I want it embedded in my brain and soul always and forever. I want it to stick with me, belly button out or covered up beneath a woolly sweater. Thank you Anna Sui for designing the perfect little set for me to dance like nobody’s watching with my belly button out. Because why not and because it deserves to be and because I deserve to feel good about myself this way. Love what your momma gave you and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. And be proud of it! They can take it or leave it. You take it. Oh haaaiiiii belly buttons.