70% of graduates say it’s life changing.

This will be my final season running this 8 week program in Sydney before I move up north.

Beautiful woman, you are invited to give yourself the gift of permission; permission to feel really good in your body. There is a special kind of magic that happens when a woman rolls her hips; and a healing that occurs when we allow ourselves to be seen and celebrated by other women.

Together, as a small group of glorious and tender women, we will give ourselves permission to sink into our sensual nature and celebrate our womanhood. As we come into union with our bodies, we’ll gently untangle our true selves from our conditioning; delicately peeling back layers to take back that which has been shamed: our sensuality; our innocent enjoyment of ourselves; our freedom.

Admit it. You want to feel sexy.

Most of us have not been taught to feel safe in our sexiness; we’ve been taught it’s dangerous or somehow wrong and so we tell ourselves we’re ‘not that kind of woman’…

We shave down our edges and squeeze ourselves into a smaller life, setting our dials to make everyone else feel comfortable.

Maybe you laugh off any idea that you could possibly be seen as ‘sexy’; afraid that if you dress up too much, other women will think “who does she think she is?!”. Maybe you don’t allow yourself to dress too sexy or be too charming anymore because you’re in a committed relationship and you shouldn’t be ‘asking for attention’. Maybe you’re afraid of your sexuality and you don’t tell your partner what you really want because you’re worried you’ll be ‘too much’.

Maybe you haven’t allowed yourself to take that dance class because you’re worried it’ll only make you more neurotic about your body.

Maybe you keep making excuses not to do all the things that spark your curiosity and now you don’t have an outlet for the fire that burns within you.

 Maybe you’ve denied that fire for so long, you wonder if you even have it anymore, asking yourself “Is this it?”

But then… Something stirs within you when you see a woman who owns that part of herself.

Your eyes widen and you think to yourself “I want that!”

You want to walk down the street with a quiet air of ‘fuck yeah!’, oozing that ‘je ne sais quoi’. You want to feel so damn good in your skin, you dance around the house and even in the streets. To dress up and wear whatever you want, whenever you want simply because it feeeeeels gooooood for you! You want to be adored. To prance around in sexy lingerie, seducing yourself in the mirror on a Tuesday night just because you’re feeling sexy and fun and why the hell not?! To have deeply connected, passionate and erotic sex with your partner because you’ve got the confidence to ask for what you want and dance with your desires. To be connected to heart-felt women who celebrate you when you take up space. To do what you want without the constant fear that you’ll be judged for it.

But I get it, sometimes it’s easier to pretend you don’t want it.

I told myself I wasn’t that kind of girl.

I judged other women for being ‘full of themselves’ while I emptied myself. I suppressed the parts of myself I wasn’t ‘supposed’ to be until I became a ghost of myself: awake but not really alive.

I developed social anxiety - I didn’t want anyone to see me because I felt like a dead weight. I had nothing to give - no bounce, no vitality. I was a zombie.

For me, it was relationships - that’s where I’d lose myself, trying to be something for someone else, afraid to have any wants and needs of my own; afraid to be ‘too much’. I was the ‘cool girlfriend’, happy to ‘go with the flow’ and not make demands. I was gentle and empathetic and I didn’t do confrontation, arguments or aggression.

“Go to a Strip Club” Spirit told me.

A few years ago, while I was dancing in my boyfriend’s bedroom, Spirit came to me and told me to go to a strip club. I laughed it off at first, but it insisted:

“The women there have access to something you don’t. They are your next teachers.”

I had been dancing on my own for about an hour when my boyfriend came in, saw that I was dancing and asked if he could stay to watch. I said ‘sure’ and went back to dancing, but it was different. My presence had shot out of my body and into my head and suddenly I was hyper aware that I was being watched. I wondered how I was being perceived. Did I look ok? I got shy.

That’s when Spirit piped up. “Go to a strip club.”

And when Spirit calls, you answer.

I was nervous, of course, but there was also a distinct flavour of quiet excitement dancing on my tongue.

It took me a couple of weeks to build the courage to actually go to a strip club. The idea of being seen in my sensuality - of owning it - terrified me as much as it excited me.

I realised that in years gone by, I would always look down whilst dancing. Whenever I felt eyes on me, I’d avoid making eye contact. I believed if I made eye contact and ‘knew’ I was being watched, I’d no longer be dancing for myself, I’d be performing and that would mean I thought I was good… and we’re not supposed to think we’re too good! We’re not supposed to think we’re too good at anything - not too pretty, not too intelligent, not too talented - not too much!

It was time to put that belief to bed.

When I finally went into a strip club to enquire about a job, my eyes widened as I looked at all the beautiful women strutting around, dolled up in their lingerie, oozing confidence.

“That could be me?!” I thought.

I told the woman during my interview “I’ve never done anything like this, I don’t have any experience, but… I’m curious.”

I’ll never forget the knowing look she gave me. I swear she saw into my soul.

She looked at me as if to say “Of course you are curious!”

I realised, in that moment, I was in a room full of women who had the courage to follow their curiosity. I felt like I had entered some kind of secret club.

It took me another week to actually accept the job. I trembled on my first night but when it was my turn on the stage - I did it! I set myself free!

I learned so much about myself and society whilst stripping. I realised how much shame is stored in the female body and how much magic is trapped underneath it, just aching to get out.

I stripped back all of my conditioning until I was left with myself; my adorable, powerful self.

I was right, I wasn’t that kind of girl… I am that kind of woman.

And I believe you are too… if you’ll only allow yourself to be.

So, upon a foundation of radical compassion and sacred celebration, I’d like to teach you to strip.

This is your moment, glorious woman. This is the space for you to be praised by other women. To be liberated.

“I feel connected to myself, in a completely accepting and beautiful way for the first time. … I have a completely new outlook and real understanding of my inner power and magic of being a woman.”

— Leslie

“Strip Her feels like a sacred homecoming back to my body, sexuality, sensuality and sisterhood.”

— Tegan