I want to love my body.

I want to love my body.
I want to give it the things it craves.
I want to give it the things it needs.
I want to bathe in the sunlight,
without shame over my skin –
its color,
its folds,
its freckles,
its bumps or bruises.

I will start loving my body by not speaking ill of it.
I will move when I feel inspired to move,
and be still when I am not.
I will not compare my body to other bodies,
and if I catch myself in this act,
I will gently correct my awareness,
and set it on a path that brings me peace.
I will see my body as deserving of touch,
but I will also realize,
not everyone has intentions
of touching me the way I deserve.
My body is mine,
meant to be touched
with reverence,
with love,
with presence,
by others – yes, perhaps there is a time and a place,
the right someone,
but I will not depend on or wait for this, for
I deserve this from myself, too.
I will listen to my body when it is trying to get my attention
with sickness or injury.
If sickness or injury frighten me,
I will remember that I am more than,
but still love, this body.
If my body is not and has never been a certain shape,
I will realize, maybe it is not meant to be that shape.
Perhaps its shape is meant to be more beautiful, more fitting,
the perfect Vessel for the Soul inside it.
I can try to change the things that don’t please me,
but I cannot bring lasting change by force or self-abuse.
If my mind does not treat my body
with the qualities it deserves,
I will let the thoughts pass.
I will not fear the thoughts;
there is no need to fear them.
Letting them pass does not mean
I agree or engage with them.
I am a vast Being,
timeless,
made of stars,
but I only have one body,
and one lifetime in this body.

I will spend my time loving –
starting with my body.

© Holley Hyler | May 19, 2017