Our bodies are not objects which are there to add to our beauty or to attract others to us. They are functional, beautiful things in their own rights, and it’s a really joyful thing to realise. All these thoughts came tumbling back to me yesterday during a yoga session.
My hands are wonderful and I adore them. During a plank, they looked so strong and steady on the mat, holding me up. My strong capable hands. And although they were taking a good portion of my body weight, I knew that when the need changed they also would stand up to any new challenge.
With these hands I create, I build, I caress, I dance. With these hands I knead bread, I pet my cat, I thread a needle and fix rips in my jeans. They are soft and gentle, or reliable and tough. They do not fail me.
Our bodies are constantly bombarded with should and wishes and diets and punishment. We all do it: western society has trained us all to believe our bodies are not perfection in themselves. We are taught to lose faith in them, to wish them different, but perhaps, actually they are just right in themselves. To feel at one with your body is wonderful. Perhaps do it right now. Concentrate on where your legs are, your arms, what position your head is in, and your neck, your back. Are you comfy, are your muscles supporting you? Or is something array?
Let’s all gang up on Western culture telling us that beauty is skinny, or beauty is hairless, or beauty is make-up and let’s all decide on what we want our own, personal standard of beauty to be. No judgement, for let’s all concentrate on ourselves and our own bodies and how they make us feel and how they get us through life.