today, on the eve of a night of dancing, i am grateful for my body.
my body used to be a battlefield on which i waged unspeakable wars. i hurt it endlessly, physically, emotionally, and spiritually for years. i used to curse its curves, its femininity, its very essence. i never treasured the gift of this vessel.
how happy my heart is today to say the opposite.
this body is strong. this body is resilient. it heals and continues to heal despite the pain i’ve put it through. for this, i am grateful and, for this, i am baffled, humbled, and forever in awe.
i love my body throughly. i love its strength, its grace, its balance, beauty and curves. i love the way it speaks to me, the way it carries me, and the way it lets me move.
the more i get to know it, the happier of a person i am.
never curse the skin you live in. its your beautiful home for this life. treat it well, treat it kind, and never dare to disrespect it for it loves you, regardless.