The Jaw, The Womb, The Hips: Where Women Store the Stories They Haven’t Told

There are places in a woman’s body that hum with untold stories.

They ache not because something is wrong, but because something remains unheard.

Silent. Suppressed. Waiting.

 And while Western medicine may label this “tension,” a tantrika knows better.

 She knows the body speaks in sensation.

She knows the body is a temple of memory.

 And she knows that the jaw, the womb, and the hips are not just parts of anatomy. They are sacred portals.

 

1. The Jaw: The Gate of Silenced Truths

How many times have you clenched your jaw in restraint?

Bit your tongue. Swallowed your rage. Smiled through discomfort.

The jaw is where the good girl lives. The one who learns not to speak too loudly, not to interrupt, not to disturb.

It’s the muscle that holds back the scream you weren’t allowed to release.

The "no" you were taught wasn’t polite.

The truth that might’ve made others uncomfortable.

When the jaw softens, truth begins to move again.

And with it comes a river of expression that heals more than just the throat. It reclaims voice as power.

2. The Womb: The Oracle and the Archive

 This is the holy seat of your feminine being.

 It pulses with intuition. It creates life, not just babies, but beauty, art, dreams.

And yet, how often do we shut her down

With shame. With contraception. With silence.

The womb stores every “not now,” every “that’s disgusting,” every “you’re too much.”

Every miscarriage. Every abortion. Every unmet desire.

Every ache for something more.

She is ancient. She remembers. Even when you forget.

And when you place a hand there and breathe, when you listen instead of numb, she begins to whisper again.

Not just pain, but pleasure. Not just grief, but guidance.

3. The Hips: The Threshold of Suppressed Movement

 These wide, sensuous curves… they carry centuries.

Of labor. Of lineage. Of longing.

The hips tighten when we brace ourselves. When we’ve had to run. When we’ve been told it’s not safe to move freely.

To dance wildly. To moan loudly.

Pleasure was made taboo. So we tucked it away. Alongside rage. Alongside grief.

But the body never forgets.

And so when the hips finally open, through breath, stretch, sound, ritual, truth begins to ripple through.

Your hips do not lie.

They are a drumbeat of desire and remembrance.

Embodiment as Medicine

 

When you stretch your hips, unclench your jaw, breathe into your womb, you’re not just releasing tension.

You’re rewriting the narrative of suppression.

You are reclaiming yourself from a culture that told you to stay small, stay sweet, stay silent.

This is why embodiment matters. Not as a trend. Not as a workout. But as a sacred act of remembrance.

Of return.

Because your body is not broken.

It has been holding it all, waiting until you were ready to feel. And it will never rush you.

Let the tears come. Let the breath move.

Let the hips sway and the jaw tremble and the womb pulse again with aliveness.

It’s not indulgent. It’s sacred.

This is the path of reclamation.

One breath, one movement, one sacred moment at a time.

If you’d like to deepen this journey in session, visit my Tantra Counselling page or explore the Mystic Tantra Massage Journey.

You are worthy of touch that honours you.

Of love that starts within.

Of pleasure that is devotional, not performative.

With tenderness,

Kali xx