My best friend said to me, “I never hear you complain about your body.” I thought about it for a sec and responded, “Hm, I guess I don’t.”
Her friend who was standing beside us asked me if there is anything special I do to feel good about it. It then occurred to me how rare it is for people to not like something about their appearance – the norm is actually to be dissatisfied.
The truth is I love my body. Not in a personal-growth-let’s-be-positive-hoo-rah-rah kind of way. I truly do like it.
It’s my personal vehicle and allows me do amazing things. It’s not like a car that I can someday exchange. I only get ONE in this lifetime, so you bet I’m going to do my best to eat well, exercise, and be grateful for it.
My body gets me to the store. To a party. To the top of a mountain. It gives other people comfort when they need it. It fights off unwanted diseases. It keeps me alive.
I’ve always had a general healthy relationship with it, but what really sealed the deal was when I read a book called The Mastery of Love by Don Miguel Ruiz. In the book he talks about love making, and how you can only enjoy someone else’s body to the capacity that you enjoy yours. I thought, “Hot damn! He’s right.”
I want to love to full capacity in this lifetime and you know what they always say – it starts with you.
Photos by Taylor Kinzie and Conor MacNeil