The past two weeks are nuts, I don’t know the catalyst, maybe meeting Jill (hypothalamic amenorrhea warrior and spokesperson), or deleting my facebook and instagram accounts after reccos from my naturopath, or just being so fucking sick and tired of being tired and sick, and the warm weather having me craving LIFE (patio caesars, group trail runs, camp fire hangs, going out dancing round town like #awomanofthenight and doing the damn hair whip or something, the sexymenoutofhidingsportingmanbuns n tingz….but I am aware of my feelings more than ever.
I am so sick of analyzing my past and seeing why the hell I starve myself or control my life so damn much, but I want to live by my intuition, not self-inflicted routines implemented by my mind. I know what I want:
Use my mind as a tool to listen to my bodytalk.
I haven’t been so vocal about this experience of change because it’s overwhelming me in emotions and feelings vs thoughts and words. It’s the experience of living through my body instead of my mind. I am frustrated though because in this process I have such overwhelm of #mymindisfulloffuck like, just #ALLTHEFEELS #nahmean? People will only understand if they have gone through this stuff. It’s so blinding where I came from and so enlightening and fear-free where I’m going.
I had a rad experience yesterday at the Telus store at Dufferin Mall. I met Shad (ifyoudon’tknow…yourewelcome). It was great, he’s a solid dude, great flow, and a local from London, ON. We had a great conversation about life concepts, starting with the addiction to being online. I bluntly told him about my struggles with Disordered Eating, and he was so honest in expressing how the stigma against body image talk was so prevalent among males that it isolates, and shuts off any feelings men might have. The alientation and disregard of body image among men is huge. I can’t imagine, because even as a female, I feel as though the talk about body image is big online, but unless you’re a member of a specific group, day-to-day talk is slim (nopunintended…thistime…). And it’s fucked because it starts from a small seed of self-harming beliefs at a young age, and catapults. I want to help girls to recognize early on this habit, and help initiate body-mind-celebration to infiltrate a healthy seat of soul.
It was so warming to hear such an icon like Shad expressing vulnerability and that he too has experienced and observed insecurity and self-deprecation among men. It’s a thing, and I know that my disconnect from my own feelings are what led me here. Reconnecting through FEELING is important. I am currently fighting by telling myself “don’t think, just do” because as soon as my monkey mind starts to implement self-doubt, I make harmful choices. When I observe a feeling, I say “don’t think, just do” and follow through. For example, after my training, I’ll immediate come and eat something. I know that if I think, I’ll easily talk myself out of it, but by breathing and saying that mantra, I act on the impulse.
That’s what’s up.