24/10/2019
Love this ❤️
Just because you take it off doesn’t mean it should take you down.
Over and over again I’ve had people meet me, hear I have 3 kids or that I lost 100lbs and they run eyes down me and say “YOU? HOW?” And I would get this sinking feeling thinking “if only they knew what was beneath”.
That was my old narrative.
I’ve talked before about the cloaks of shame we wear. How they shadow us in secret darkness, making us feel like we have to hide or conform, just to be accepted.
But that doesn’t serve us when we take it all off and face the mirror, and face the thoughts awaiting us.
The only way to rid myself of the sinking feelings of what lies beneath being something viewed as “less” was to remove that cloak of shame and blanket myself with truths and an entirely new narrative. One that didn’t make sense to me. One I’d only heard about from others. One that looked at my body as a blessing, not a curse. One that stopped looking at my body as a performance to make, but a tool to use.
Can I just share with you how much that’s changed me?
Do you know what it’s like to no longer live with such hate inside yourself? For yourself?
Can you imagine talking with another and not looking at their body and thinking less of your own?
Can you picture eating food and not feeling how unworthy you are to be eating, or how “bad” your body might be for it?
Are we willing to acknowledge that WE are the authors and the storytellers of our own narratives that speak inside ourselves everyday? Are we willing to change the words, change the direction, change the focus?
Because quite honestly, I thought this was nonsense. Seriously. I didn’t believe in ANY of this at all.
Until out of desperation I HAD to try, and slowly realized I wasn’t hating on my body so much anymore. In fact, I wasn’t noticing it much at all.
{I’m still triggered to be ashamed of my body or have negative thoughts about it, yes. But it is no longer the norm. It is the exception. Farther and fewer between.}
Are we willing to have the audacity to believe that we actually something of worth, that clothing cannot give us or take away?
Are we willing, to just believe something more?
