My Body Is the Contract: Boundaries, Consent & Energetic Exchange

Not just sexual — explore how you read energy, negotiate power, and reclaim ownership over your space, time, and body.

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Billie Eilish – “Birds of a Feather”

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My Body Is the Contract —

Boundaries, Consent & Energetic Exchange

Estimated Read Time: 6–8 minutes

Theme: reclaiming bodily autonomy, sacred contracts, consent as currency, trauma recovery, and personal sovereignty

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Before I ever signed a contract, my body had already been made one.

Not by choice.

Not with ink.

But with energy. With expectation. With silence twisted into consent.

I didn’t get to draft the terms.

I didn’t get to review the fine print.

I was written into agreements I never agreed to — in relationships, friendships, families, institutions, even jobs.

People took from me — my time, my body, my image, my attention — as if I was something to access, not someone to honor.

But not anymore.

Now? My body is the contract.

And if you don’t understand the terms, you don’t get access.

I’ve spent years unlearning the lie that I owed anyone anything just because I was in the room. Or in the relationship. Or in the family. Or wearing something they found provocative. Or smiling. Or silent. Or compliant.

I’ve been energetically signed over.

Used.

Consumed.

Then blamed.

Told that it was my fault...

For not speaking “loud enough.”

For not saying yes “the right way.”

For not being “easier to love.”

Consent is not implied by existence.

Access is not a right — it’s a privilege.

And my boundaries are not up for debate just because you’re uncomfortable with them.

There is a sacred currency exchanged when two people share space, touch, energy, or intimacy.

And I’ve learned to read the energy just as sharply as I read a contract.

If something feels off?

I trust that.

If my body tenses?

That is the boundary.

If I’m not being met with respect,

I don’t continue the conversation — I close the connection.

Because every touch is a transaction.

Every stare.

Every silence.

Every request.

And I’ve come to understand that most of what I gave away wasn’t because I wanted to.

It was because I didn’t yet know how to say:

“I am not for sale.”

Now, I don’t ask for validation. I set the terms.

If you want my time, my energy, my emotional availability, or my presence — there’s an energetic contract involved.

That means:

Mutual respect.

Clear intention.

Safe, enthusiastic consent.

Accountability if the agreement shifts or breaks.

I’ve been burned too many times by people who smiled during the negotiation, but tore up the contract once they got what they wanted.

Now? I write the clauses in my blood and backbone.

Now? I walk away from anything that doesn’t nourish me.

Now? My no is sacred. My yes is earned.

You don’t get to bypass my spirit to access my skin.

You don’t get to drain my energy and call it “love.”

You don’t get to weaponize my openness and pretend it’s an invitation.

This body is the document.

This voice is the signature.

This heart is the notary.

And this soul? It keeps receipts.

So read the terms.

Learn the language.

And don’t pretend you didn’t understand the agreement when I start enforcing it.

Because now I know the truth:

My body is the contract.

My boundaries are law.

My energy is not free.