“I can’t think of a better representation of beauty than a person who is unafraid to be [them]self”
Sometimes I struggle with my body confidence.
While I don’t really worry what people I don’t know think of me, when my confidence takes a tumble the fear creeps in that I may not be “enough”. And as that takes over so I reduce the amount of Me that I share. I’m not talking about my physical exhibitionism, I mean the more intimate laying bare of my soul to the one man (indeed, person) whose opinion is golden.
He gives me the space to process these thoughts. Never rushes in to fix.
And when I reflect on why I feel so “urgh” about this (actually, pretty incredible) piece of flesh that I call home. A recent realisation put this into focus for me. It has never really been about what I look like. Well, not since leaving a world where my “flaws” were pointed out and mocked at any given opportunity.
Sir and the community have seen to that!
It’s about what my body can do.
And my body does some pretty awesome things. Recently, it has been a little less capable. And Sir and I are working on this together, this has been a revelation.
Slowly, my stiff, aching limbs are creaking back into life. And with that new life comes the resurgence of embracing me. A gentle loving, whole heartedly representation of my own beauty.