My body is not me and yet it is. The fact is, I get to use it and enjoy it for a lifetime. It can give me an immeasurable amount of joy and pain. My body gets sick, tired and feels flawed sometimes. Then, it dances to the music only my soul can hear. My body can be on cloud nine and jump for joy. It likes doing yoga and walking on the sand. There are times it is curled up on a couch in agony. It is able to experience a symphony of sensations and I am grateful for it.
My body didn’t use to be like that. I didn’t see it as beautiful, I didn’t know it was. It belonged to me and I took care of it but didn’t really experience it fully. I wasn’t aware of my body in the sense I perceived myself in terms of intellect only.
Yet, I was meant to come across my sensuality sooner or later. It was a pleasant surprise to get to know my body eventually. And as I made a connection between it, my spirit and my mind, all elements of puzzle suddenly fell into place. Now that I consciously own it, I celebrate it as much as I can. I take glimpses of it while passing the mirror and I admire it and love it.
I am more beautiful than I ever have been. I am more aware of my body, my sensuality and in tune with myself. No, I am not narcissistic, just aware of who I am. My body is the seat of my soul and I perceive myself as an expression of God. As such I am not flawed, just perfect and beautiful.
My body is not me and yet it is. It does not define me. How I relate to it defines me. In the past, I perceived myself as unattractive and not worthy of love. This choice, albeit not conscious on my part, shaped my concept of self for many years.
Today I know better. I choose to see beauty in me. I determine how it affects me in relation to the outside world. I use my body to my advantage just because I can. When I walk in my high heels I know I turn heads. Does it make me happy? No, but it amuses me how important body image can be. Going from self-conscious to self-confident was a process all inspired by my relationship to my body. Now, in my forties I am more happy than ever. I am also grateful for the gift my body is to me.
Sometimes life gets so busy I am on an autopilot and forget about my body. It literally carries me throughout the day and I don’t even spare a thought to express my gratitude for doing so. Only when I find myself sick or in pain I refocus on it again. Its fragility frightens me and at the same time fills me with wonder. It reminds me of passing and death. Yet it is not death that scares me but leaving the loved ones behind.
My body is my temple. I am thankful for it every day.