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.

Loving and hating your body are two extremes. You don’t have to move from hating your body to loving it.

Making peace with your body is also about making peace with your crooked third toe on your left foot. And your eyes that aren’t quite symmetrical. And your cowlick that makes your hair lay in a funky way. It’s about making peace with all your body’s parts, one at a time, from your crow’s-feet to your pinky toes.

Our bodies can help us better understand our feelings than our minds can.

A simple way to use your breath to take a pause before reacting.

When you’re healing, whether physically or emotionally or mentally, your body needs extra rest.