It’s human nature and maybe human nurture – we cling so tightly to our beliefs. After all, we have invested a LOT of time and energy to keep them right where we are. We claim they protect us, give us a solid foundation. But this past Thursday, two deeply rooted truths of mine were dug out and destroyed. How deep? Oh Mama, you can’t even guess.
And so must we. We must find that thing – that trope or truc or article or magic key – that releases us from bodily shame and anxiety. Body-shaming others is now called out as a form of bullying, but the worst is always what we do to ourselves. What do you love? What is screaming inside of you loud enough to drown out the catty internal supermodel gorgon that hates the way this moves and that looks? What experience would melt the bars and shatter the lock?