Body

This is How I Love My Body

Written by Ellen

I love my body. 

I love it the way you would love anything precious in your life, be it a prized possession or someone really dear to your heart. I take care of it, I check on it regularly, I listen to it when it’s telling me something important, I don’t push it into things it doesn’t want to do. I ignore it at my peril – pretending that I can’t hear what my body is telling me always comes back to bite me. I recognise the immense power it brings me, all of the sights and experiences and emotions I can participate in thanks to my body. I take pride in it, I enjoy looking after it (whether that’s getting all dolled up or spending a day lazing in my pjs). Simply put, I couldn’t live my life without my body.

This doesn’t mean every time I look in the mirror, I’m bowled over by how perfectly amazing my body is. It just is what it is – mine and precious. Freeing myself from the pressure to straight away like every tiny part of my body has allowed me to love my body, the way it is. I don’t always feel a million dollars. Some days I’m bloated and grumpy, my hair still annoys me when it’s flat (EVEN AFTER AN HOUR CURLING IT. So not fair). But it does not change my love for my body. I work with it, I do things to make me feel good about it. I get on with my day. 

My body is just that – my body. It’s a wonderful thing, but it’s not all of me. No matter how I feel about my body on a given day, I feel worthy of a day filled with nourishment, energy, laughter and purpose. Whether I feel pretty or not, I always treat my body with love and support. 

When you treat your body with love and respect instead of disgust and shame, your whole relationship changes. It’s lighter, it’s easier, and gives you a chance to get on with the things that are important in your life. 

Ellen