I’m curious…How often do you dance? And I don’t mean formal dancing or dancing at a dance club. No one’s doing that right now. I mean just cut loose and dance? Freely, unobstructed, out loud for the whole world to see?
I love this epic body of mine. And yes, I said it… she’s epic. Why? Because there isn’t a moment that goes by when she doesn’t know exactly what I need. She soothes me when I’m anxious; she coddles me when I’m sad; she wraps me up in her arms when I need a safe place to unwind.
Twenty years ago, I stumbled into an amazing experience where my life went from mediocre to extraordinary. Think of Kansas to Oz or shades of grey to bright technicolor.
My relationship to my body has been a rocky one most of my life. From emaciated ballerina in my teens to the “fat 20’s,” as I used to refer to myself, to the circus-like game of inflate, deflate inflate, deflate…