Love your body for what it was created

I was born the odd ball out. From a very young age on, it was made clear to me that I did not fit the image of “traditional” beauty. The physical things people admire in others. I was never slim. Nor tall. There’s not much gracefulness in my movements. My hair has always been unruly. And so off I was, to a lifelong battle against this wonderfully engineered body of mine.

Just like your average person, I would fight my physicalness to make it become something it was never born to be. Daily struggles and admonitions directed at me through inner dialogue. Putting physical strain and stress on my body to succeed in conquering an inch or a pound. Burning my scalp for straighter hair. Burning my skin for tanner color. All of it having a temporary impact only, yet leaving their marks for life. I fought this misconstrued image of myself on a very subconscious level. Under the ruse of wanting to be fit, but it was more like trying to fit in.

I didn’t really just wake up one day and recognized it for what it was. It was much more a gradual look around outside myself and realizing how truly blessed I am. I’m not sure what took so long. I’m in the health care field, so it should have clicked much sooner than it did. The gratitude for my health and the exquisitely engineered design of how my body functions. My body does exactly what it was designed for. My body laughs and cries. It gives the warmest hugs. My body has housed and birthed other Souls. My body has stood with other bodies in times of need. It lets me feel everything I allow it to feel. And isn’t that the purpose of being in this body? To experience Life to its fullest.

Whoever pieced this gorgeous lump of human imperfection together, knew exactly what they where doing.