My body felt it when my mind slipped away into thoughts of being too much or not good enough.
My body felt it when I mindlessly scrolled through and compared myself to the Instagram sea of “perfect” bodies in “perfect” poses.
My body felt it when I allowed my sexual energies to be repressed and viewed in a negative light.
My body feels it when I pinch and poke at my own soft spots.
My body feels it when I contort just to look more visually pleasing.
My body notices when I side eye the mirror with a negative mindset.
My body notices when I keep my head down instead of feel proud of who I am.
My body notices when my shoulders slump over and spine gets heavy when I try sink into self doubt.
My body hears it when I don’t wear something that I really want to wear in fear of seeing rolls, dimples, or curvature.
My body hears it when I talk down to myself for choosing to eat something not deemed as “healthy”.
My body holds onto words that have been placed in my lap by other people.
My body holds onto trauma that I endured over the span of my life.
My body holds onto hope that one day I’ll be comfortable in my own skin.
My body knows when I’m tuned in or tuned out.
My body knows when I am walking down the path of love rather than the trail of hate.
My body knows compassion.
My body knows when she needs to move and express and refuel and rest.
My body knows devastation.
My body knows that she is beautiful, it’s just my mind that keeps trying to convince me otherwise.
Deep breath.
Your body loves you.
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