In celebration of Thanksgiving, this post is about gratitude for....the body. This is about feeding ourselves with gratefulness for the body we have and all it's wonder.
Michelle the blogger behind Eating Journey, wrote this post called "Exposed" where she took a close up body picture of herself and wrote in what she loved and appreciated about her body. She tweeted me on Saturday 11/21, and got me exposed to her courage and authenticity. I loved it! Her post was an exercise in body gratitude, and she asked other women to join the body love and be exposed.
So here, "I'm exposed."
There is a synchronicity in this story which is why I felt brave to post a picture of me practically naked. Almost everyone I've seen do an exposed post has posed in a sports bra, bra, tank, panties, shorts which I would have done too.
I chose this particular picture because coincidentally I had already been doing some body loving/acceptance involving simply feeling comfortable and safe in my own skin.
This is a self portrait I shot on the morning of October 29 right out of the shower after a workout wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. No makeup. No hair products. It's just me au naturale in the morning sun light in the mirror. Before, to look at my body in the bright morning light was always a never type of thing because the light acts like a spotlight on the flaws. It's almost like basking in 7-Eleven lighting.
Standing in front of a mirror naked (by myself) has nearly been impossible for me to do...ever, but I've started doing it since I moved to Phoenix 2 months ago as a way to start feeling more comfortable in my own skin, and as a way to take my body back.
Moving back into our body
For those of you who read my now retired healthy living blog Back in Skinny Jeans, my life with my body had been one filled with much pain and trauma related to rape, sexual harassment, going on a 3-month medical leave for an emotional breakdown, an eating disorder, yo-yo dieting, depression, and perfectionism.
Prior to 2005, I'd spent the majority of my life not really living in my body because after awhile I learned that living in the body I was given was nothing but suffering. I never felt like I was allowed to feel enjoyment, desire, or pleasure in my body. It's much easier to be mean and abusive to your body when you've mentally and emotionally checked out of it. I've always hidden my body with layers of clothes or pounds of protection. In fact, up until recently, I never even owned a bathing suit.
I've spent almost the first decade of the new century in a journey to heal my past, the damage, and the pain. It was a very hard long journey, I won't sugar coat that, but it was worth it!
Where I find myself today.....(continue reading "Happy Thanks-living! I'm Exposed: Feeding the Body Gratitude")
