Needs a repost
An Apology Letter To The Girls Struggling To Love Their Beautiful Bodies
By Shani Jay
I’m sorry you’ve been convinced that the body you live in today doesn’t quite measure up. That you now believe your breasts need to fill a certain cup size, that your thighs must not meet each other, and your frame needs to mimic that of the women you don’t know but scroll past on Instagram every day.
I’m sorry for all the times you get out of the shower, catch a glimpse of your naked self in the mirror, and look at the reflection starring back at you in disgust, before instantly diverting your eyes elsewhere.
And I’m sorry that you’ve been made to see those dimples etched on the back of your thighs, the stretch marks trailing your belly, and the imperfectness of your body as ugly.
I’m sorry that you’re now unable to enjoy food the way you did as a little girl. That your mind is constantly obsessing over every calorie consumed, counting every bite that you take in, and panicking about gaining the tiniest bit of weight.
Maybe food has now become a go-to comfort for you, a drug that helps you temporarily feel better and forget about how deeply unhappy you are within yourself. Or maybe it has become a source of control, and you’ve learned to ignore those hunger pains, which grow louder every day.
I’m sorry that you spend the majority of your day feeling un-desirable, un-worthy and struggling to fit in to this world.
I’m sorry for all of those times someone said something cruel to you about the way you look, and that you decided to believe them. And I’m sorry that you carry around all of those words in the back of your mind today as a constant reminder that the woman you are is not, and will never be, good enough.
I’m sorry that you don’t believe your body is deserving of love. That you think you have to settle for anyone who takes an interest in you, because who are you to think you can do any better than that?
I’m sorry you now allow people to mistreat you and cause you pain because you think it’s your fault. You think that if only you had a smaller waist, a slender figure or a flatter stomach then you’d be deserving of someone better – someone who truly loves you for all that you are, inside and out.
But it’s not your fault. It’s not your problem. It’s our problem.
It’s our problem that women die every day from starving themselves because they believe they need to be thinner.
It’s our problem that young girls are made to feel like they need to crash diet or get cosmetic surgery so they can look like the models and celebrities they see on social media.
It’s our problem that most women are unhappy with their bodies.
And it breaks my heart that chances are you are one of them.
Because it shouldn’t be this way.
We shouldn’t aspire to look like clones of one another. We shouldn’t be unhealthily obsessing over our figures, and mutilating our bodies in order to mentally go from an average 7, to a 9 out of 10. We shouldn’t be placing so much value on something that isn’t going to last and has no real bearing on who you really are.
So I ask you today to remove yourself from this competition that none of us women ever agreed to in the first place.
I ask you to love your body exactly as it is today, and remember all of the wonderful things it allows you to do.
And I ask you to make a promise to yourself to be more tolerant of those bodies you’ve been taught to recognize as ugly – especially if that body belongs to you. TC mark
This Shit’s tough.
Breakfast was standard. Here is a pic bc it’s lovely.
Worked on my website for a business I am starting in the field of holistic health and wellbeing: orendawellness.com (going “live” real soon). I ultimately want to have retreats where there’s a rad team of people working together to promote this world of stuff: unplugging, acupuncture, holistic nutrition, yoga, body awareness, mindfulness, meditation, ayurveda, traditional Chinese medicine, Shinrin Yoku (“forest bathing”), healing from eating disorders and reconnecting people with their intuition.
First, I’m reconnecting myself with mine.
My website will also sell tshirts with my puns on them.
My first rest day in months. Usually I’d do yoga, I don’t even feel like yoga. Might not. I don’t feel like doing anything (fuck that Bruno Rawrz song, man). Woke up headachy and actually able to feel all the aches in my body. They’re always there, but today, I’m actually feeling them and they’re so “there”. I’m also hungry. So here’s a poem for today, bless you Shannon Mujagic
She let go.
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…
~ Rev. Safire Rose
I’m posting this vid pretty vulnerably…man, I know I’m thin, but it’s hard to feel skinny. I can feel unwell, but to feel skinny? That’s different. Seeing this video, I can see myself, and damn, I’m too skinny 😦 I don’t like it!
Yesterday, I had a wicked conversation with my neighbour about how she overcame similar struggles with Anorexia. She pinned it down to:
- Belonging (working outdoors at a forestry camp one summer)
- Coping skills for anxiety (decreasing anxious thought patterns)
She expressed the liberation she found when she realized how fleeting our times on this earth is, as she observed life and death around her, and she was sick of being so bony and drained, all the time. She needed energy for the job outside, and she didn’t feel good at her weight. The endless cycle of restriction, compulsive exercising, and chronically high cortisol led her to say “I’ve had enough!” and so, she let go.
It’s a blessing whenever I can gain insight from the journey of people, making me feel not alone in this. It’s so easy to feel alone. But I’m totally not, and everyone is a warrior, in some way or another.
Trucking on, see you when I have a bum.
In reply to Jill from “A Case Of The Jills” https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLJC… re: getting your period back after H.A., by exercising less and eating more. This vid is about the monkey mind of someone with an eating disorder and how to silence the voices that started the problem in the beginning. (Healing the “SOURCE” is a totally different ball game).
Hunger cues are so clouded with eating disorders. I forgot the feeling of hunger. I am tuning more into my feeling body, instead of my thinking body.
Where do I feel hunger? There’s always info from my gut. That’s where I feel most things, and my head. Like, not my mind, but my temples, or round my “occipital bone” (sorry for the Kinesiology jargon but that’s whatifeelok).
My gut is a loudass woman.
I’m starting to feel the importance of meditation. It is a path of re-feeling. It is where space is made to silence the thoughts that are telling me to starve. They are the thoughts that exacerbate lack, insufficiency, insignificance, self-disgust (this hurts me to type, a good sign).
When I meditate, the thoughts go away, and I feel the hunger in my tummy, I feel the gas building, tightness in my chest, and also lightness. I feel. itsthenewiPhone
This morning, I went to do the helliptical again. I felt more energetic, albeit still tired. Muscles are speaking the language of plea for rest, always, god, my mind won’t have it. I lured in a dude beside me, myracingbuddybecausehewasbesideme, to do my 10x 1min sprint @ 1min easy. After 10 rounds, I moved on to my tempo before cooling down, still easier than the killer sprints that I wanted support in doing from dudenextdoor. As I began winding down, he turned to me after a few minutes and said, “wow, second set of 10 sprints is harder.”
Boom ego wasalllike ↓ : and also fomo’ing and shoulding on myself and and and.
You now what, I turned that shit off and went back to my feeling body that def wasn’t down to do another set. Already, my body felt taxed and had arrived (another concept I want to discuss) in a more recovery-based mode. Man, I’m already doing so much, body needs love.
So that’s that, feeling more than thinking, what else is new.
Well, not this song, I don’t FEEL, but it’s new for me:
I have an accountability deal with my neighbour: we text each other when we are doing our daily 10 min meditation (where we sit and focus on breath…that’s it). It’s great, I recommend it highly.
Today, I had no energy to do my workout. I was so close to taking a walk through High Park instead. And it was scary AS, but I also viewed that I didn’t need to escape. I didn’t wake up famished. I wasn’t in survival mode. It was a heavenly peaceful insight; giving myself the space to be aware. Man, I deserve rest. I want to run and race and have fun, cry, date, play, swim…..And it’s balance, nah? I am in a state though where rest is scary, it’s foreign. willmeditateonthisdon’tlikethinkingaboutit
I went to the gym and did my helliptical workout. It was OK, I had such mindgames throughout the “ride”: basically deciding over and over again each minute that “that’s it”, I’ve had enough and will stop….I finished it, but definitely not as hard as able. Probably as hard as I could, granted my body’s state.
I’m glad I went because I connected with the humanity of the gym goers afterwards when I overheard Jamie, an experienced older runner, mention how some days are just “get it done days”, and I felt like that big time today. (rest would’ve been more body-beneficial though)…so we all exchanged expressions about rest, injury, healing etc. That connection was worth it. I am sick of living in isolation.
I have also had real unsettled gut. I get so frustrated. I know I eat too many veg and the fiber overload isn’t what my body’s asking for. I am confused about the intuitive voice of my body. I realized that I’m scared of bingeing deep down, although my soul knows that I’m not in that danger zone of such self-hatred any longer. I’ve upped the level of self love, but still am scared to let go and fully trust.
It’s easier to control my body through suppression and using “safe foods” as fillers. But then I get bloated, uncomfortable, and confused about hunger cues bc I hold in my tum and man it’s hard when you’re full of bulk to distinguish hunger, let alone what would best suit your body to eat.
Check this out though: my google search of “how to hear hunger cravings and choose what to eat”
How fucked is that? The emphasis is so much on suppression.
“How to Outsmart A Craving”
Jesus, it’s scary aye? We’re primed to believe that our intuition is wrong. I understand the challenge, the confounding cycle of our body’s trying to survive the stress we undergo in the Western world of crunched lunches, scarfed snacks of sugar, alcohol, cigs, stimulants, NSAID’s, pain coping, escapism. We don’t stop to breathe, meditate, feel, damnit. So we crave sugars because our body’s are hurting for an insulin spike due to high cortisol, and the reliance on easy fast foods for survival.
Are we living in survival mode?
When do we stop to tune into ourselves?
How is your gut? Mine’s giving me info, hard to tell what it means. Maybe to rest, breathe, work on myself. The space is scary. What to fill it with. I’m blogging, sharing my story, and deciding each moment to choose to save myself.
So here’s an ode to awareness and to making space for feelings. To trusting intuition. To look at hunger cravings and ask what the body is looking for, before acting on it. Craving sugar means some things, lots. But only each individual person can find that answer out for themselves. I am so confused by cravings since I’ve shut them off, and listening is scary. I pretty much have zero sugar cravings, when in uni, under so much social pressure, stress, bullying, I gorged on Splenda and Twin Sugar, never eating real food: meals could be a tub of sugar free yog, with 8 packets of fake sugar crap, and sugar free jam. Followed by coffee whitener, and then saying “fuck it” and raiding my roommates pantiries for “forbidden” foods like cinnamon toast crunch and skippy PB. Stuffing myself with cookies.
Then puking it all up.
That’ sucked hard. It’s been 7 years since my experience of Bulimia, and my god, I am blessed to be through that part of my healing journey.
And now, so scared to face that, I truck on. I know I need to heal deep. The source of the pain is the same, the coping, differs. But the healing is in truly honouring my body and it’s voice. There is no fear in presence. I totally was disconnected with that voice throughout High School and uni. I’m finding it again. And learning to embrace myself, man, ya;
I am beautiful.
Thanks Christina, now that song’s stuck in my head.
Fucking consciousness, eh?
Looking forward to meditating today.