I’d never think of myself as being strong and it was heartening to hear I’m not as ‘basic’ in my practice as I thought I’d been all along.
I have never put up photos of myself where the largeness of my thighs, the thickness of my calves and the chunky roll of belly fat are so nakedly evident.
There is so much pleasure every day that our bodies are experiencing, and we miss it simply because we are living outside of our bodies instead of inside our experiences.
… and other lessons from the Konmari art of decluttering
Can we be brave enough to listen to the fire in our hearts and bellies that tell us every single moment where we need to go and what we need to do?
“I wish everyone would see just how magnificent they really are.”
What if beauty isn’t what we think it is? What if it’s not internal and external qualities, but it’s just something that permeates everything?
My legs are where the seeker in me lives. Questing, traveling, and traversing. The wandering and roaming and search for the intimate unknown in far off places.
Only in being brutally honest and facing our worst fears, can we reclaim our own true beauty.
When your face breaks open to someone, smiling, or to just be, just feel, you have beauty on your side, more so than if you are sneering at another woman.