I awoke this morning in deep appreciation for my body, for it has served me so well. I move easily and freely. I breathe without effort. I stretch and bend without discomfort. I carry boxes, bags and babies. I kiss and hug and love. I dance. And I do all of this in a body I used to despise.
I feel that ingratitude and I forgive it; I release it. For I know better now. I know now that all I was on the inside was a denial and that merely showed up as my outer appearance. I was beautiful all this time and never acknowledged it….never had the strength to admit it. I worked on that. I still work on that.
And now I have reverence for my body. I look in the mirror and I see Love reflected back. I give thanks for my freckles. I give thanks for the curve of my hips, the swell of my breast, the shape of my legs. I smile at my red hair, my blues eyes and my pale white skin. I put my hand to my belly and I bow my head in appreciation. For my belly carried two beautiful children and has held my nourishment for these 31 years. How can I ever repay such a kindness?
I am forever grateful for my body…for that which carries my spirit. And though I had abused it so cruelly for a decade and a half, I am resolved. I wake up everyday with a firm determination to have love for myself…all parts of myself. Never again will I use an ill thought or word against me. Never again will I allow it from anyone else. Love is the minimum and compassion is the order of the day.