I am a passionate member of the positive body image movement. This piece reflects the growth and healing journey I have been on over the last number of years.
This is my body.
Mine alone.
This is my body.
It does not belong to women to be admired, compared to, scrutinized, criticized.
It is not there to make anyone feel better or worse about themselves.
This is my body.
It does not belong men to be lusted after, degraded, or ranked on a beauty scale.
It is not there to make anyone stumble, or feel repulsed by.
This is my body.
It does not belong to society.
It is not there to meet beauty ideals.
It's job is not to be attractive enough to elicit a smile, or help me get a job.
This is my body.
It belongs to me alone!
As My body, I am responsible for it's nourishment and care.
It is My job to look after it and treat it with the respect it deserves.
My body lies within My boundaries,
boundaries I set and enforce.
Anyone invading those boundaries,
whether intentionally or not, is to be held accountable for the transgression of sacred space.
My body belongs to me,
and as such it IS me.
To respect me, means to respect my body.
To love me, means to love my body.
To embrace me, means to embrace my body.
It takes courage to claim my body as my own!
Courage to stand up against society,
against the voices of those who denied it's sacredness.
It takes courage to take responsibility for my body
to care for it,
to respect it,
to speak kindly of it.
In a world that demands I define myself by my bodies aesthetics
In a world where courage is defined by the willingness to push my body to it's limits,
where rest and kindness are idle concepts,
where no one has the luxury to apply what idealism teaches.
It takes courage to acknowledge and care for my body, my most precious possession.
This is my body and I hold it in high esteem.
It's not perfect,
and it doesn't have to be,
just like I don't have to be.
It doesn't define me,
but it does define my physical boundaries.
It doesn't create conflict,
but it is in constant conflict with the ideals of my world
It isn't crazy, yet I can go crazy over it.
I don't know about you,
but claiming my body,
truly accepting it as a part of me rather than a separate almost enigmatic presence,
is one of the most courageous things I can think of.
To live In my body,
With my body,
Trough my body,
is an act of heroism few women have the courage to do.
Be courageous with me!
Your Body Is Yours!
Live in it.
Love it.
Invest in it.
It is you.
And you are uniquely, impeccably, amazingly you!
Cliché or not, there is only one of you.
This is my body.
Mine alone.
This is my body.
It does not belong to women to be admired, compared to, scrutinized, criticized.
It is not there to make anyone feel better or worse about themselves.
This is my body.
It does not belong men to be lusted after, degraded, or ranked on a beauty scale.
It is not there to make anyone stumble, or feel repulsed by.
This is my body.
It does not belong to society.
It is not there to meet beauty ideals.
It's job is not to be attractive enough to elicit a smile, or help me get a job.
This is my body.
It belongs to me alone!
As My body, I am responsible for it's nourishment and care.
It is My job to look after it and treat it with the respect it deserves.
My body lies within My boundaries,
boundaries I set and enforce.
Anyone invading those boundaries,
whether intentionally or not, is to be held accountable for the transgression of sacred space.
My body belongs to me,
and as such it IS me.
To respect me, means to respect my body.
To love me, means to love my body.
To embrace me, means to embrace my body.
It takes courage to claim my body as my own!
Courage to stand up against society,
against the voices of those who denied it's sacredness.
It takes courage to take responsibility for my body
to care for it,
to respect it,
to speak kindly of it.
In a world that demands I define myself by my bodies aesthetics
In a world where courage is defined by the willingness to push my body to it's limits,
where rest and kindness are idle concepts,
where no one has the luxury to apply what idealism teaches.
It takes courage to acknowledge and care for my body, my most precious possession.
This is my body and I hold it in high esteem.
It's not perfect,
and it doesn't have to be,
just like I don't have to be.
It doesn't define me,
but it does define my physical boundaries.
It doesn't create conflict,
but it is in constant conflict with the ideals of my world
It isn't crazy, yet I can go crazy over it.
I don't know about you,
but claiming my body,
truly accepting it as a part of me rather than a separate almost enigmatic presence,
is one of the most courageous things I can think of.
To live In my body,
With my body,
Trough my body,
is an act of heroism few women have the courage to do.
Be courageous with me!
Your Body Is Yours!
Live in it.
Love it.
Invest in it.
It is you.
And you are uniquely, impeccably, amazingly you!
Cliché or not, there is only one of you.
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