𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻...
These days, I’m finding myself so much more interested in the feel of the clothing on my skin.
The wind dancing on my neck.
The rise and fall of my stomach as I breathe deeply before falling into a luxurious sleep.
This overall feeling of groundedness and safety I’ve never felt in my body before.
The communication between my brain and body has never been a more open channel than it is right as I type this, and I’ve realized…
ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ...
I’ve shed so many tears this week over the various hurts I’ve inflicted on my body.
While in the bath last night, I cried even more…
As I soothed myself after a stressful situation.
As I heard my body cry out with gratitude for the attention I was finally giving it.
As I promised I would nurture and care for it as I never had before.
Within the last couple of years, I’d gotten myself to a place of thinking of my stomach as a cute Winnie the Pooh belly- a state I considered tolerable; at least I wasn’t hating it anymore.
But I never in my life would have believed that I could get to the point of seeing it as BEAUTIFUL.
That’s where I am now.
My body is beautiful.
I get to enjoy it in ALL of its magnificence.
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