“and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.” ― Nayyirah Waheed
This is me. #noedit
My body… not others.
I’m questioned over my skin, my words, my choices, my desires. Even if I could change into what others want me to be, will they be content?
It is painfully funny my crazy existence, fuels others imagination, teases others tolerances as if my body is for others for amusement, just not yet mine!
This is my masterpiece, every muscle has a story of how I created it over not a month, but my entire life. I do not deserve to eat bad because of what my body looks like or have more rest days. I deserve to eat healthy and continue moving, so I can continue to function well. I am not a label like porn or inappropriate. I am a human that has created a child inside me. I have inside me neuro pathways that show on the outside how I learnt to be who I am through the ripple of these muscles on my body. I created this body from my heart and soul desires, not for externals or for anyone to judge me by it, but for myself and my life. It is my work of art my body and my home for this life and my external expressions of my heart and soul and mind. It is not a body given to me, it is made through my choices and hard work and the life I have experienced good and challenging. My body is not a problem to be solved, my body it is a gift to be utilised. I am 34 years old and have one child. This is a 34 year old body still working for me, not against me. This is me and my gift to me is a body that I can use to create the art and life I choose, with kindness, love and respect given to me, so I can then shine it to others because it all starts within. This body is my tool to create the rest of my life. Our bodies are not sins, they are not a judgment of good or bad or more beautiful people. They are simply tools for life, with our stories etched into them by each scar, unique look and muscle movement.