If I am successful at losing weight, even to get down to my “perfect weight” -whatever that is, and I still have not unhooked the belief that equates being thin to being worthy and lovable, I will have won nothing.
If I do not lose another pound and am successful at totally owning my beauty, the sensuality of this Earth Mother body – if I am able to fully step into my passion, my power, my fierceness with no hesitation about how other people may judge my body, I will have won everything.
And what I trust,
what I trust,
what I trust…
is that given limitless self-love,
given infinite self-acceptance,
my body will find its own way.
The wisdom of my body knows.
Don’t talk to me of numbers
Of pounds or points or BMI
Of dates or goals or milestones
There is no room for that in our conversation
It’s SO not about the weight.
Speak to me, instead,
Of the woman that I am,
Of the beauty, the passion, the strength
That shows up on the ropes,
In the dance, in any moment
I step outside of the old story
Long enough to remember
It’s SO not about the weight.
Speak to me, instead,
Of the woman who longs
To love and be loved
And knows that the fall
She must be willing to step into
Is to fall in love with herself
This very moment, knowing
It’s SO not about the weight.
Speak to me, instead
Of the woman so in love with herself
So at home in her body,
So full of her own magnificence
That there are no questions
About what she eats or how she moves,
There is only what nourishes and delights her
At every level of her being.
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This is a perfect expression of what I believe and know to be true. Your writing is a treasure in my life. Thanks for being a sister in the stand for magnificence.
Hi Moira,
I love your “about”…I wanted to read the whole thing, didn’t get bored, didn’t wander. Great job! I just read this post and really understand it. The loyal body that has stuck with me for all of these years still receives so much criticism from me. I wondered this morning after a nice walk if I could ever convince myself to permanently stop the nitpicking over my appearance. It is a battle with ourselves isn’t it?
Beth,
we can’t stop a thought, we can only replace it. So, like a young child you are wanting guide toward something different, just catch yourself and gently, distract it. “oh, look! aren’t those flowers beautiful!”
Warmly,
Moira