Dec. 27th, 2006 is the last time I'm going to put my body down. It was a little thing. Someone complimented the anniversary picture Riley took of me & Hot Toddy. In the comments I mentioned off handed that Seth attempted a picture as well, but it turned out to be mostly my butt in the frame and "no one would want to see that."
I'm calling myself on this. I would never say such a mean thing to a friend. I would never say something like that in front of Riley, let alone to her. Why is it okay to say it to me?
This body has been so good to me even though I've abused it in so many ways at various times in my life. I've starved it, overfed it, run it into the ground. I've put unhealthy things into it, ignored it's signals, denied it rest, blatently neglected it.
It has taken me through 38 years with little complaint. It carried my babies, and fed them.
She deserves a little respect.
Over the last couple of years, as I've cleaned up our diet, as I've cleared out most of the chemicals in our home, as I've become more conscious of the thoughts I focus on, there have been times I swear I've actually felt this body reknitting itself.
I offer her gratitude.
That's it for me.
No more putting myself down.
Besides, there's nothing wrong with my ass.
*photo by Seth O'Neil