Body of Love

Im 40 years old and for my entire life, I hated my body.

I have abused it, disrespected it, treated it without care, poisoned it with drugs, alcohol, bulimia, starvation, toxins and misuse. I have not cared for it, never ever looked after it. I have looked at it and swore at it, said horrific things to it, been disgusted by it, wished it away, wished it was something else, some other body. And I have vehemently hated it.

Yet my body has never failed me, it has never given up on me, it has never faltered. It loves me unconditionally. No matter what I do to it or say to it, it responds with steadfast love. My body is a miraculous piece of artwork, designed by God. It is perfect. It has never let me down. My body has been through many trials and tribulations, many physical feats. It has hiked the Andes mountains to 4200 meters above sea level where it received only half the oxygen it needs, with completely fatigued muscles, a torn, shredded ankle and carrying 20 kilos of excess weight. My body never failed me on that trip, although my muscles screamed, my ankle kept giving way and my breath came in laboured gasps, it kept putting one foot in front of the other, in front of the other, in front of the other…

When I reached the top of that mountain I had a special moment. I cried. I realised just how amazing my body is, how no matter what obstacle placed in front of it my body just kept going. It never quit on me. When the pain was so intense it forced air out of my lungs in a sharp gasp, it did not stop. Standing on top of that mountain, looking over the magnificent scenery of that beautiful place, I cried and felt a huge flood of emotion, of love, for my body. Gratitude and thankfulness for what God has given me. And awe.

My body is beautiful, it is loving, it is kind. It is strong. It gives me my hearts desire, it never complains. No matter what I do to it, it forges ahead, it never stops. How could I hate it? I adore it. I am so grateful for it. I am so proud of it.

I am so blessed to have a body that has all its intended parts, it is cancer-free, healthy and thriving. I am so very blessed to have a perfect, healthy body.

I will never tell it I hate it again. I will love and cherish it, and nurture it like the precious gift that it is.

We worry so much about how we look, what people think of us, what size our bodies are, what shape, what proportion, when what we should be doing is taking care of it, cherishing it, loving it and being thankful for it.

In my work I meet people every day whose bodies are failing them. Their bodies do not have all the intended parts, they are not cancer-free and they are not healthy and thriving. How dare I take my body for granted when the person next to me wishes they had my health, my strength, my immune system. How dare I?

The answer is I do not dare, I shall nevermore. I shall cherish, nourish and love my body and I encourage you to realise the beauty of your body. As your body has loved you, may you forever love it.. As your body has supported you unfailingly, support it. Love your body unconditionally. And as your body has you, never, ever give up on it.


 
Hope you enjoyed :-)
Below I have posted a bunch of pics I love about loving your body.

See you in a few kilos!  xx

Don't hate on thin girls - many of them are struggling with loving their bodies too!

 

 

 

Hahahaha, It's not quite right for this post but it made me giggle  :-)