a war wages three decades deep.
steeped in shameful imperfection.
thighs as inseparable as grade school besties
seeking happiness between the gap.
a magnificent mind
reduced to bargaining for dessert.
the compounding interest of these beliefs
magnified across generations.
self love and compassion await on the other side of awareness.
gratitude for a resilient form
sometimes shrouded in fear of the unknown.
but an intentional step towards freedom nonetheless.
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What if we loved our bodies the way we loved sunsets and house-trained puppies? What if we marveled at our abilities to walk, to see, to open doorknobs, to sing on-key, to create, to rationalize, to… ? What if we celebrated these remarkable vessels and loved them for their service?
Always spot on. So gentle, so loving... so everything I needed to be reminded of.