I am not proud of my body.
I've been told I should be, but I am not. .
I am however, utterly and completely grateful for it, but my gratitude has nothing to do with aesthetics or being 'fit' enough to slot into societies norms of what is deemed "attractive"or "acceptable." 🙈
I am grateful for all it has withstood, despite everything it's been through over the 29 years I've occupied it. 🙊
I have put it through so much emotional and mental stress, physical and consumptive abuse and many, many internal and external struggles, and it has still loved me enough to heal itself.
It has still worked hard enough to restore me back to health. 💪🏼
I have eaten 'junk' instead of food, put poisons in my lungs, robbed it of sleep, starved it of nutrients and very, very rarely given it any recognition for all it's hard work. .
As a society we are so quick to 'show off' our bodies... but we do not show off it's health, we do not show off it's resilience, no, we show off how it LOOKS so we may feel desired, validated by society and for many, to feel sexualised.
Now there is nothing wrong with that, but for me, it misses a much,much, much deeper and profound value our bodies have to offer.
Which is an insight into unconditional love. 🙏💕 It loves us regardless of what we do to it and how little we love it back. .
Even when our bodies' get sick, it's just our body so desperately trying to send us the message "love yourself, nurture yourself, be kind to yourself... for I am crying out in pain for you to be kind to me"
So no... I am not proud of my body.
I am in absolute awe of it.
So too, may we all be. 🙏🌞💕
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