My Body, My Home
Hey everyone, Lately, I've been thinking about how my body isn't just a thing I have, you know? It's my home. It carries me through every single day, and it tells the story of everything I've lived through. It's a truly beautiful story, with all the bumps and twists and turns. A while back, I used to see my body as something to be managed — something to be a certain size, to look a certain way, to be "fixed." But now, my perspective has totally shifted. I've started to see it as a wise and loyal friend. It’s always telling me things, if I just slow down and listen. It tells me when I’m tired and need to rest, when I’m hungry and need to be fed, or when I’m anxious and need to breathe. My body speaks in feelings, in gut instincts, and in little aches and pains that are trying to get my attention. Learning to really listen to it — to trust its signals — has been a huge part of my journey. This realization feels so deeply connected to femininity. So much ...