How have your feelings about your body changed over the years? Do you ever think of it as a friend? Do you have compassion toward it? What would that look like for you?
I have to say I was a little bummed when I read over this
prompt; once again talking about my body. I touched on these questions on
this post and some on this one and even a bit here. I think it may be making me a little self
conscious with all the attention it has been getting lately.
It seems like I will have to inevitably move on to describing
my body in detail, like its pear shape that my sweet fashion teacher surprisingly
pointed out to the class, as I stood next to the cutting table lining up my
pattern to cut during our lecture on body shapes and outfits that flatter them.
Naturally, I will then move on to scars, like the one on my right pinky where the sharper
than normal butter knife slipped and cut to the bone. And the shiny rectangle one
on my left leg, on the bottom of my knee where several layers of skin were
scratched off by the corner of the TV in my shared room, after my sister in her
anger threw it on the ground in front of the door and my unsuspecting self knew
nothing about it when I entered.
All that to say, yes I like my body and I am ever grateful
for it. It is a sweet friend, who has put up with a lot and thankfully still
works as it should, even when I indulge in too much chocolate.
I do not think I can squeeze out anymore about it at this
point and will bow out of this, a little shorter than usual, as is my height.
And hoping you are loving the skin you are in, too because it is quite fabulous, friend.
Here's to more stuff about bodies.
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