Most of us know the pain of body image angst.
The other day I had an interesting moment when someone said they’d be filming me from behind as I walked and ran.
Ummmm.
That doesn’t sound so good.
My thighs won’t look good.
I look ugly, I look terrible, people will think x, people will reject me because of y, people will judge, they’ll know I eat x, they’ll think I do y, I’m reject-able because of this appearance.
It boils down to this body being wrong, off, unworthy, imperfect….
….and very, very, very important.
Who would we be without this terrifying story?
Who would we be without the stories and meaning we place upon “fat” or “thin” or “just right”?
Much love,
Grace