There’s just no other way to say it – your body has been gifted to you to live in, move, experience life through. It’s a gift.
The place where I live
It doesn’t matter where I am
This body holds me, moves me
I sense, feel, love, think, am
February is Self-Care and Self-Love Month. Here’s an idea:
Start really noticing what you’re allowing in…
Not so very long ago, I loved fashion magazines. (I know it’s hard to believe because I look like a sweaty mess most of the time, but I love fashion.) But I started noticing that sometimes I felt crappy after looking at the magazines. I somehow felt…not enough or less than when I exposed myself to them.
So, I stopped reading those magazines.
I don’t seek out stuff that triggers my ‘less-thans’ (fitness sites, social media, some people’s websites, fashion magazines, RHO___.)
I especially avoid them on those those days when I just feel a little poopy. On those days, I make sure that what I’m putting in supports the whole of me – feeds the real and essential me.
Also, consider dropping the stuff that agitates you and pisses you off. Politics get you all wound up? Maybe step slowly away, or control your intake. Maybe start blocking people in your feed that keep posting disturbing things.
Start noticing the crap that makes you feel like crap and serve as the gatekeeper for your own beautiful self.
You’re worth it.
The first time I saw this…I wept. The biggest gift of self-love we can give is to set down the battering stick that we use on our bodies.
Our bodies are miracles. They hold us up, move us around, allow us to express and receive love. They heal us, allow us to feel, and think.
We are. YOU ARE a miracle wrapped in beautiful package.
Make peace. Spend the energy that you’d normally spend on flagellating yourself, loving yourself.
You are so worth this gift.
I had a colleague ask this week for some suggestions about the weight around her middle. You have to understand, when I look at her she is strong – beautiful – amazing. So that she was asking me reminded me…
We all question our bodies.
And it’s NO WONDER. We’re being fed these crazy images of emaciated women being the norm. It makes every normal-sized woman question themselves.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but my actual giving a crap about what people expect me to look like is taking a nosedive. Most of the time I’m pretty much digging the skin I’m in.
Is that what it takes? Age? Did it just take me turning 47 to stop giving an actual F&*K? Worrying and fretting about how toned my arms are and that my butt is genetically the size of Nebraska? Does it take turning 47 to start enjoying life instead of obsessing about every.little.thing. I put in my mouth?
Do my poor daughters have to doubt their amazingness and their incredible beauty for 40 years? Do they have to question how incredible and strong their amazing bodies are for 40 years? Do they have to wonder what incredible gifts they are to this planet for 40 years?
My God I hope not.
Your body is a gift – to be cherished and adored and celebrated. It is a wonderful machine that does most of the things that you ask of it. It should be washed in gratitude and loved fully.
When you wonder? Look at what you can do. When you doubt? Hug yourself tightly and remember that the whole of you is a gift. Your machine is a gift.
Replace the awful, punishing words we use on ourselves with love, kindness, tenderness, care. Wash yourself in self-compassion, self-delight, self-love, self-celebration.
Don’t wait for 40 years. I beg you.