I woke up this morning to a balmy breeze sweeping in from my window across my face.
I haven’t been nice to my body lately - overeating foods that don’t nourish, drinking out of habit, barely moving beyond the time I spend at work on my feet - and I haven’t liked it much either. I feel bloated and lazy.
The outside air woke me with a sense of urgency to awaken my body, too. I rolled my mat out in front of my mirror and had a naked yoga sesh. It felt good to move, sweat, breathe, stretch and see what I actually look like in the poses (I never practice in front of mirrors, clothing or no). I looked strong and hot and badass and loved it. I saw my pointy pelvic bone and knobbly chicken legs and laughed at how weird bodies are and also loved it. I’m realizing when I love my body most, it’s for what it can do, not what it looks like. I love how it looks, too, but our relationship is healthiest when I prioritize the skeletomuscular stuff over the superficial.
So here’s a funny picture of a part of my body that does its job well, no matter how I treat it or what it looks like. You go, armpit. Here’s another friendly reminder that “international holidays” are just days, equal to all others. I happen to have a vagina and identify as a woman, and my body’s corresponding powers are awesome. But, the less I differentiate myself on that basis, the freer and happier I feel. I'm privileged to live in a society and time where I can choose to ignore certain standards and not feel too limited by the inequalities we still face. Maybe one day I'll feel differently, but for now my thesis is this:
We are all human, we are all different, and we are all part of the same incredible system of life. Appreciating that is up to each of us, every day.
It's National Take Your Co-Workers Tacos for Lunch Day!!!⠀
Ok....maybe not, but you know your co-workers would love you forever if you brought a box of tacos from Dos Bandidos in to share for lunch....⠀
Want a co-worker to bring you tacos? Tag'em below!⠀