Your body is no one’s business but your own. But there’s a good chance other people haven’t received this message. Prepare yourself with how you want to respond when somebody brings up a topic that you don’t want to talk about.

When I began to rebel against the narratives about my body I’d swallowed wholesale, I used curiosity as a lighthouse beacon. I tapped into the little girl inside me who could ask fifty-seven questions in two minutes without taking a breath. And I let myself believe that there had been a time when I didn’t hate my body.

Making peace with my body helped me make peace with religion. To be clearer, it helped me find peace when I broke up with religion.
I am in love with the Divine. I talk to them daily. I listen. I feel guided, supported, and cared for. I wholeheartedly believe in a higher power. But I no longer believe in institutional religion.

Make that appointment you’ve been putting off. You’re worth it. Your body is worth it.

Buying pants is a struggle! And it’s easy to get snared in shameful thoughts about what size you “should” wear.

I didn’t worry too much about them because I expected the ziplining to be easy. How much would I need Legs to soar through the trees?
A lot, it turned out. This particular course required me to land on a very high stool, at each platform, and jump/climb down. On platform 3 of 16(?), I jumped down and my knees screamed.
The pain was familiar and nauseating. All I could think was Fuuuuuck! I am stuck on this course. I must finish because there is zero way I can hike out. How stupid am I? I am going to ruin this trip for everyone if I say anything.