July 25,2014
Letting go...
The end of apologizing for your body starts with you and me....
I am covering myself these days in coconut oil after a bath. Every inch of the skin that covers my bones...it flows smooth over the fabric of my outward wrapping,radiating satin against a pale light. A small gift to myself. A gentleness with my body I have not offered before. How much shows up in the mirror, the stories of this one life. A patch of grey. The scars of surgery. The stretch marks of babies and weight gain when the hard storms came through. The cuts and the bruises of day to day living. I am finding that the old tapes that used to play are fading now. At least most days. The tapes of not good enough. Not beautiful enough....never ever thin enough. The tapes of voices past of names called, 'thunder thighs, lard ass, lazy, ugly, stupid, ' the stunned look of silence when my legs were viewed for the first time in a bathing suit. The ample untoned look was such a turn off. As if that had any bearing on this spirit of mine. The comparison to my sister who I was informed I would have given my right arm to have a body like hers....I did not say those words. They were spoken over me.
My father once complimented me while I laid in the yard in a chair under a street lamp in the late night. A floral summer dress with a pink ribbon around the waist, long hair down my back....he said you are prettier than your sister....he was terribly drunk . His compliment carried no truth I could receive.
This body has born much....loved much. Extended much, and beyond, what it had to offer. It has suffered sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse...yet it woke up day after day and allowed this spirit to live. It walked through years of poverty and lack of food, the countless deaths of loved ones, a family murder, losses, disappointments. It has served and mended. Born children. Born stress, and many sorrows. Some joys...but they have been fewer. I look at my face. And think who is this body, these dark eyes staring back....it hardly seems real. To have this body....I live in such a spiritual world I hardly acknowledge it's presence. My therapist asked one day when I spoke of my childhood and the sexual attack I went through, at that moment , 'what bloomed'? Instantly I knew it was my spirit. I ceased to live in my body. No one would have that control over me again. No one would get near my spirit. Do what you like to my flesh but my spirit is untouchable. So I have lived that way, but I realize now,I don't want to anymore. To walk with God. To be called out by His voice is to present myself. My whole self. To acknowledge all that is....So I am learning to be kind to this physical form. Respecting it is bringing some validity to all the paths it has walked. All I have endured. I think of the one who made me and how many people my hands have touched in healing, all the heavy loads I have carried and the hard labor.
I look at this aging face, the satin skin. I do not condemn myself anymore. I do not despise this flesh and bone stitched up in an untrendy fashion.
To condemn myself is to condemn the one who created me.
The truth is whatever this body presents as, It will not keep me from loving you. It will not keep me from comforting and caring. If you love me you will not care. All you will see truly is the eternal flame I carry. Just as I see that flame carried in you.
There was once a time I did not go see people because I felt my appearance was not acceptable enough .I hated what I looked like. For 25 years I had longed to go visit a childhood teacher who was like a father to me. I trained and ran and lost 60 pounds. But still I was unacceptable. One day many years later the light made it's way into my life. It did not matter how I presented myself in the physical what mattered most was the message I had to deliver to this man I had loved from childhood. A man that believed in me more than I could have believed in myself. So I went. I had gained all my weight back and then some. He welcomed me with open arms and what precious connection I had with his soul that day. He did not care what I weighed. I was there to tell him the testimony of how he redeemed my life. How God through him had saved me.
He took me on a tour around his beautiful farm...acres and acres of pastureland all the animals standing content watching their master, close to the fence....
He took me to the top of a steep hill where groups of people come to pray and look out over the mountain nearby in a purple haze. Standing there, I was in awe....all the beauty I had missed for 25 years because I had been afraid of how my body would be received. I felt these creatures crawling all over my body.....I looked up and I had stepped into a swarm of lady bugs....legend tells they symbolize letting go........
For weeks after I left nearly every day a lady bug found me.
I am listening....I believe God can speak through anything He wants....I am letting go. The tapes are fading. I present myself my whole self...spirit entwined with flesh to be used.....
Letting go...
The end of apologizing for your body starts with you and me....
I am covering myself these days in coconut oil after a bath. Every inch of the skin that covers my bones...it flows smooth over the fabric of my outward wrapping,radiating satin against a pale light. A small gift to myself. A gentleness with my body I have not offered before. How much shows up in the mirror, the stories of this one life. A patch of grey. The scars of surgery. The stretch marks of babies and weight gain when the hard storms came through. The cuts and the bruises of day to day living. I am finding that the old tapes that used to play are fading now. At least most days. The tapes of not good enough. Not beautiful enough....never ever thin enough. The tapes of voices past of names called, 'thunder thighs, lard ass, lazy, ugly, stupid, ' the stunned look of silence when my legs were viewed for the first time in a bathing suit. The ample untoned look was such a turn off. As if that had any bearing on this spirit of mine. The comparison to my sister who I was informed I would have given my right arm to have a body like hers....I did not say those words. They were spoken over me.
My father once complimented me while I laid in the yard in a chair under a street lamp in the late night. A floral summer dress with a pink ribbon around the waist, long hair down my back....he said you are prettier than your sister....he was terribly drunk . His compliment carried no truth I could receive.
This body has born much....loved much. Extended much, and beyond, what it had to offer. It has suffered sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse...yet it woke up day after day and allowed this spirit to live. It walked through years of poverty and lack of food, the countless deaths of loved ones, a family murder, losses, disappointments. It has served and mended. Born children. Born stress, and many sorrows. Some joys...but they have been fewer. I look at my face. And think who is this body, these dark eyes staring back....it hardly seems real. To have this body....I live in such a spiritual world I hardly acknowledge it's presence. My therapist asked one day when I spoke of my childhood and the sexual attack I went through, at that moment , 'what bloomed'? Instantly I knew it was my spirit. I ceased to live in my body. No one would have that control over me again. No one would get near my spirit. Do what you like to my flesh but my spirit is untouchable. So I have lived that way, but I realize now,I don't want to anymore. To walk with God. To be called out by His voice is to present myself. My whole self. To acknowledge all that is....So I am learning to be kind to this physical form. Respecting it is bringing some validity to all the paths it has walked. All I have endured. I think of the one who made me and how many people my hands have touched in healing, all the heavy loads I have carried and the hard labor.
I look at this aging face, the satin skin. I do not condemn myself anymore. I do not despise this flesh and bone stitched up in an untrendy fashion.
To condemn myself is to condemn the one who created me.
The truth is whatever this body presents as, It will not keep me from loving you. It will not keep me from comforting and caring. If you love me you will not care. All you will see truly is the eternal flame I carry. Just as I see that flame carried in you.
There was once a time I did not go see people because I felt my appearance was not acceptable enough .I hated what I looked like. For 25 years I had longed to go visit a childhood teacher who was like a father to me. I trained and ran and lost 60 pounds. But still I was unacceptable. One day many years later the light made it's way into my life. It did not matter how I presented myself in the physical what mattered most was the message I had to deliver to this man I had loved from childhood. A man that believed in me more than I could have believed in myself. So I went. I had gained all my weight back and then some. He welcomed me with open arms and what precious connection I had with his soul that day. He did not care what I weighed. I was there to tell him the testimony of how he redeemed my life. How God through him had saved me.
He took me on a tour around his beautiful farm...acres and acres of pastureland all the animals standing content watching their master, close to the fence....
He took me to the top of a steep hill where groups of people come to pray and look out over the mountain nearby in a purple haze. Standing there, I was in awe....all the beauty I had missed for 25 years because I had been afraid of how my body would be received. I felt these creatures crawling all over my body.....I looked up and I had stepped into a swarm of lady bugs....legend tells they symbolize letting go........
For weeks after I left nearly every day a lady bug found me.
I am listening....I believe God can speak through anything He wants....I am letting go. The tapes are fading. I present myself my whole self...spirit entwined with flesh to be used.....