My First Sak Yant
Gai Yord (9 Peaks)
In a world that often tells women who they should be, where they should belong, and what their worth is measured by, reclaiming our identity is the ultimate act of defiance and self-love. This is my journey—a story of devotion, transformation, and coming home to myself.
Growing up as a Thai girl in the UK, I found myself trapped between two worlds. In the West, I battled the stigma placed upon Thai women—exoticized, undervalued, and misunderstood. In my motherland, I was seen as too outspoken, too dark-skinned, too much. I was conditioned to believe that my worth was dependent on submission, on making a man feel like a king, on people-pleasing as a means of survival.
But during the global pandemic, as I lay on the cold kitchen floor, staring at the moon, I asked the divine a question I had long been afraid to ask: Who am I, really? What makes me, me?
The answer whispered through my ancestors, through the sacred ceremonies of my lineage, through the traditions long buried under colonialism, capitalism, and fear. My heart pulled me back home to Thailand, back to the rituals I had once overlooked in search of Western validation. And so, I listened.
I traveled to Thailand, to the ancient practice of Sak Yant—a sacred tattooing tradition that has marked warriors, healers, and seekers for generations. This was my act of devotion, my way of asking for forgiveness, for guidance, and for the strength to reclaim the parts of me that had been lost.
I had envisioned an elder master, a temple hidden deep in the jungle, the chants of monks echoing as I endured the pain of each inked blessing. But reality stripped me of my fantasies. Instead, I found myself before a young novice monk, the hum of nature my only witness. And in that simplicity, I understood something profound—devotion is not about spectacle. It is about surrender.
As the bamboo needle pierced my skin, I felt every wound of my lineage, every battle fought for survival, every prayer whispered by the women before me. I felt the shame I had carried melt away, replaced by a knowing that I was never meant to be tamed or diminished. I was meant to be free.
The Sak Yant I received, the sacred Gao Yord (9 Peaks), is a symbol of spiritual protection and alignment. But more than that, it is a mark of my reclamation—a reminder that I am more than the stories imposed upon me. I am the storyteller.
Join the Movement of Reclamation
This Valentine’s season, I invite you to explore your own reclamation. Whether it’s through sacred practices, deep conversations, or sensual self-exploration, this is your time to return to yourself.
Join us for an intimate Valentine’s event celebrating feminine power, sensuality, and self-love. Or, if you feel called to deeper transformation, step into a private 1:1 journey designed to reconnect you with your essence.
The journey home begins within. Are you ready?
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