MY // two small letters that signify what’s mine.
It takes a lot to look inwards and really get to know what lies beneath my skin. I reckon you need courage to recognize and understand the inner workings of how you feel, why you feel and what you need to move to a more comfortable space, and when you do reach that space - that’s where the magic happens. But That means getting uncomfortable first and it me a long time to be OK with feeling uncomfortable.
Sitting with your thoughts is hard. It’s like going through your wardrobe and asking yourself if you really need another red jacket when you’ve already got 5. Listening to the negative talk is fine, but listening to it repeatedly it only clutters your mind and doesn’t allow clarity to really see what potential you have.
For me, MY whole self is important. I truly believe no one else can look after me the way I need to, and if I’m not my best, what use am I to anyone else? Realizing this comes with challenges; am I being selfish? I don’t believe so. Yet it took many years to change that conversation so I didn’t sabotage my opportunity to be the best version of myself.
BODY // my body is perfectly imperfect. It’s mine and no one else has the same one.
I used to pine over girls with long legs, until I realized I was never going to grow another foot taller. And wearing 9 inch heels a lot of the time hurt too much.
I can remember the moment when I began to appreciate what my body could do, over how it looked. I started working with a personal trainer and within 6 weeks, not only did I begin to feel good but at each session I was more and more gobsmacked by how far I could run, the weights I could lift and the endurance I had. These changes sparked a sense of curiosity of how well my body could perform. I started to looked at myself differently; yes my right eyelid droops more than my left. My arms are (and were) never going to be rake thin and, now I’m a mum, I have a mummy tummy pouch to go with the territory. But I have strength, I have energy and gee I can punch pretty hard in a boxercise class. Plus I grew a baby, and that’s just wild in itself.
STORY // Storytelling is a way to document and share something valuable to another, either fictitious or factual.
We all have a story to tell, and mine (to me) has become more important to know and reflect on as I continue to work alongside so many more women who are also creating and exploring their own body stories. I didn't know you could have a story, until I came across a small project in the Yarra Valley that invited a select few to gather and share their experiences as women in a world of diet culture. It was a space carved out for those participating to stand back and reflect on their experiences and write their tale. An opportunity to make peace with their body, change the course of the storyline and embrace a sense of hope that they can have a positive relationship with the body they lived in.
My story is still in draft, and its a piece of work I will no doubt continue to pick up and put down over the course of my life (and the stages that come with it). However, I go forward with understanding, compassion and kindness knowing it’s a body I love and treasure, for all that it does - even when I don’t always look after it.
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