My body is awesome.
I never used to think this way. Ironically it has only been in the last few years since acquiring a disability that I have learnt to love myself.
When I was younger I used to weigh myself every single morning and that figure on the scale would govern my entire day from how I dressed, what I ate and most importantly my mood. I used to believe the way I looked defined who I was. After all our appearance is the first thing we notice about each other and although pretty much everyone is familiar with ‘never judge a book by its cover,’ sadly many automatically do.
After my health circumstances changed so drastically I began to explore mindfulness as a way to cope with both the daily pain and the emotional distress a chronic health condition can bring. I reconnected to my conscious awareness, that inner peace that is present from birth. We commonly lose sight of this as we grow and develop our (often unhealthy) belief systems. Exploring my consciousness helped me understand I am not my body. It’s just a place I inhabit in this lifetime. and doesn’t define who I am. We can lose pieces of our bodies, limbs, skin, one of our senses and it doesn’t make us any less of a person. I call the body the ‘little me’. Me, the actual ‘big me’, is something beautifully whole, intangible and perfect.
I am grateful for the body I have and I am thankful for all it still can do. I have an extraordinary skeleton which houses all the vital organs I need that function each day for my health and wellbeing.
My body is awesome, but you know what? So is yours.