Loving my body was an enormous journey for me …
My first step was being a body, as my initial 32 years were spent in total denial of having one.
And then … gradually once I moved in, as if moving into a new home, I began to fill every room, every nook and cranny with love.
What helped was seeing my body with compassion, awe and deep gratitude… so many life circumstances it had carried me through. So much pain it had suffered.
Tenderness replaced judgement and harsh words.
Devotion replaced self destruction. Where there are scars I saw stories.
Love replaced pain and fear.
Giving myself permission to live in and love my body was one of the biggest challenges of my life but worth every single moment I choose not to give up and to no longer be a “no~body.” ❤