There is something about a full bush that symbolises something primal yet elegant and requires both haver and enjoyer to be sensually fully engaged, to take in the look, the feel, the aroma, the taste, the texture. It harkens to an awakening among women wherein we insisted that our beauty be celebrated in it’s natural state. It wasn’t that women were granted power by men during this time, but rather that they were connecting to the power they have had since the dawn of time. Strong and invincible, as the song goes. To me, having a natural bush continues to be a symbol of that feminine power: that verdant, natural power.