A Polite Body Is Not A Liberated Body. But A Creative One Is.

A Polite Body Is Not A Liberated Body. But A Creative One Is.

 

You know the feeling.

The jaw you’ve been clenching. The shallow breath that weighs heavy in your chest. The pit in your stomach. The hesitation of your voice. The quieting of your laugh. The suppression of your anger. The dismissal of your needs. The way you edit, critique and apologize for your body and personality.

That's a polite body.

And most of us have been living in one for so long we've forgotten what it feels like to live in our authenticity, to step in our power, to have the audacity to be fully embodied in our physical, emotional, energetic and soulful selves.

Well, my friend, I don’t know about you, but with this administration and all of their predatory and extractive bullshit, I’m done being polite. 

I’m Crystal McLain — somatic practitioner, nervous system educator, and your guide to stress management, resilience building, and radical self-reclamation through something I call, Creative Self Care. 

If you’d like to support this work and want to go deeper, come find us in The Uprising over at Patreon. To learn more visit crystalmclaincreative.com 

Before we dive in I want to ask a question: Is it scary to step out of our comfort zone and boldly, unapologetically stand firm in our wholeness?  

Abso-fucking-lutely. Yes.

But hear me when I say this- building resilience requires us to face our challenges and fears, even if on a micro-scale. 

Small, safe, baby steps work.

So, this is an invitation to try something new, and start transforming your politeness into something more powerful. 

How we got here.

Alright, so, we didn't get to this distracted, disoriented, dissociated place by accident. We have been systemically trained for generations. 

As children we were told to sit still, be nice, don’t make a scene, lower our voices, don’t be rude, stop crying, calm down, stop fussing and stop being so goddamn sensitive. 

We got praised for being pretty, for being ‘good’, for being quiet, for being perfect.

And here's the glossy package we wrap this bullshit in— we were taught to call this manners. Maturity. Self control. We were rewarded for it. Gold stars for those of us who could keep quiet, and keep it together. Applauded for pushing through, without question or complaint. Be self-sacrificing. Be stoic. 

Rest, and boundaries, and self expression, and play are selfish, self-serving, ridiculous. How dare we?

Meanwhile, we’re dying on the inside. We’re anxious, irritated, burnt out, emotionally explosive, or completely fucking numb. We’ve exhausted ourselves chasing dopamine in the quest to feel…better. Then shaming ourselves over our lack of self control or inability to rise above the disdain. 

My friend, please, listen closely- we’ve been taught to be so accommodating and compliant that we not only abandon our own wellbeing, we mistrust our intrinsic healing cues.

And here's what I need you to know — this isn't just psychological. It's physical. It's biological. It reprograms your nervous system in way that keeps it so depleted, it’s unable to effectively mange the rest of the systems in your body.

A bit of neuroscience.

Your autonomic nervous system — the part that runs your stress response, and your digestion, your heart rate, and your hormones, and your sleep cycles, and your ability to connect with other people — is always scanning. Always asking one question: am I safe?

And it doesn't answer that question with logic. It answers it with experience. With what it’s learned, over time, to expect.

When we spend years — sometimes decades — being told that our feelings are wrong, our needs are too much, our bodies need to be managed and controlled and made smaller — our nervous system encodes that. Not as a memory. But as a default setting.

This is what's called autonomic imprinting. The nervous system doesn't remember the events that taught it to brace. It just braces. It doesn't remember being told to be quiet. It just goes quiet — shutting down sensation, numbing out, disconnecting from the body's signals as a form of protection.

Polyvagal theory — developed by Dr. Stephen Porges — gives us a way to understand what's happening. Our nervous system has three basic states. Connection and safety — where we feel calm, curious, creative, and open. Fight or flight — where we mobilize to face or escape threat. And shutdown — where we collapse, numb out, freeze, dissociate.

A chronically polite body lives somewhere between fight or flight and shutdown. Always managing. Always performing. Never quite landing in safety.

And here's the part that really matters — the nervous system doesn't change when it understands something. It changes when it FEELS something different. When it gets new information through the body, not the brain.

Which means thinking your way out of this doesn't work. Willpowering your way out doesn't work. Being more disciplined, more grateful, more positive doesn't work.

What works is giving the nervous system a new experience. A felt sense of something different.

A polite body isn't a regulated body. It's a suppressed one.

And here's where it gets interesting — because the antidote isn't more discipline, more willpower, or trying harder, or reading more books, or buying more supplements or gadgets.

It's creativity.

…stay with me, hear me out…

Why Creativity Is The Answer

Creativity isn't just arts and crafts. And it isn't something reserved for people with talent or spare time.

It's a way of moving through the world.

A way of looking, feeling, and responding that keeps you in relationship with yourself — with your sensations, your emotions, your instincts, your intrinsic knowing.

Creative expression isn't about making something beautiful. It's about giving what lives inside you somewhere to go. Movement, breath, sound, story, mark-making, dancing badly in your kitchen — all of it is creativity. All of it is your nervous system finding a way to process, express, and release what it's been holding.

This is what I mean by Creative Self Care. Not manicures and face masks- not that there’s anything wrong with those things. But a living, breathing practice of staying in honest relationship with your own body and experience — and finding creative (meaning curiosity-driven) pathways through the hard stuff instead of avoiding it.

The Proof

And here's the science that backs this up.

When you engage in creative expression — any of it, all of it — you're activating multiple sensory pathways simultaneously. Sensation, fine motor movement, proprioception, focus, attention, imagination. You're pulling yourself out of the threat loop and into the present moment. Out of rumination and into right now.

That's not woo. That's neuroscience.

Creative expression engages the same sensory pathways that regulate stress and process trauma. It gives stored energy a voice, and somewhere to go. And it interrupts the nervous system's threat loop by giving it something else to track — texture, color, rhythm, sound, the feeling of a pencil moving across paper, the sensation of your feet on the floor as you move, the conditioning of your vagus nerve as you hum.

It also does something else that's a little harder to name but just as important — it restores agency. When you make something, or deliberately DO something, even something small, even something nobody else will ever see, you are choosing. You are deciding. You are the architect of that moment.

And for a nervous system that has spent years in survival mode — being told what to feel, how to behave, how much space to take up — that experience of agency is medicine.

This is also why your ancient ancestors were onto something.

Ancient Intuition

Humans have been using creativity as nervous system medicine for hundreds of thousands of years. Rhythm and movement. Storytelling around fires. Song, chant, mark-making on stone. These weren't hobbies. They weren't entertainment. They were how humans stayed regulated, resilient, and connected — to themselves and to each other.

But we got “civilized” out of it. But if in my opinion, we just got fucking brainwashed into being accommodating and compliant. And as I’ve mentioned earlier- I’m done with that. 

So yeah…

A polite body performs safety. A creative body feels it and expresses it.

A polite body isn't a liberated body. But a creative one is.

And that difference — that small, radical, but revolutionary difference — is where healing actually lives.

So here's where to start.

You’re not going to start with an art class. Not with a dance workshop. Or with anything that requires talent, preparation, or showing up somewhere with people watching.

Just this- Today, give your body one little moment of uncensored expression.

Hum, sing or scream while you’re driving. Shake out your hands or your body on your lunch break. Doodle something ugly on a piece of paper and throw it away. Put on a song that makes you want to move and actually fucking move in a way your body WANTS to move, not in a way that looks sexy or choreographed.

And please, please, please, do not do it because you're going to post about it or share it or turn it into anything productive or externally validating. 

Just do it because your body is begging for it.

Every time you give yourself permission to express instead of suppress — even in the smallest, most private, most ridiculous way — you are sending your nervous system a new signal that you are safe here. You are allowed to feel this. You don't have to perform anymore.

That is the practice. That's where it starts.

The Invitation

And if you want to go deeper — if you want a library of creative practices designed specifically to regulate your nervous system, plus a community of people doing this work alongside you (which helps with motivation and accountability)— that's what The Uprising is for.

Come find us.

Because a creative body is a liberated body.

But a liberated body in community?

That's a fucking revolution.

I love you.
I appreciate you.
I’m proud of you for showing up today.
I’ll see you soon. 

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