Watching Leah Dawson surf is mesmerizing. It’s a dance. She smiles a lot. Her movements are unique. She’s quickly becoming a modern ambassador for women’s surfing.
My biggest compliment is not that I surf like a man, but that I surf like a woman, if someone watches me ride a wave, I want them at the end of it to know that I’m in love with the ocean.
Dawson is also a storyteller. She makes compelling short films like Peanut Butter, a story about her relationship with a yellowed single fin that a lot of people might have thrown away. And she has a strong opinion about the representation of women in surfing. For Leah, it’s about soul – another word so thoroughly bastardized from overuse that it’s sometimes hard to recognize when we see it. In Leah, it’s boiling. And she’s not militant or overzealous about how she’s profoundly adjusting the narrative in championing women’s surfing.
It makes my heart sing when I see other women out celebrating in the water and just playing and rejoicing. They’re not trying to do tricks, and they’re not trying to become number one in the world. They’re just going out for their daily medicine…As a lover of the sport I want to see women feeling more empowered to surf like a woman.
She’s just her. And that might be exactly what surfing needs.
Leah rides for our favorite brand The Seea. Read more about The Seea Babes on their BLOG.