Loving your body is one of those things you are supposed to do. You are supposed to cherish it. You are supposed to appreciate it. You are supposed to enjoy looking at it in the mirror. We are all supposed to do these things. Hell, I’ve written a whole book on them.  Have you read Sexy by Nature?

Right? I’ve worked on body love so much I even know how to help you do it.

I do.

From all of that experience, I know that there are good ways to do it, and there are bad.

I (obviously!) do it all the good ways. I love my body because of what it does, and because of gratitude for what it provides to me — like the abilities to breathe, and to laugh, and to be happy. I love my body because it is my home. I love my body because it does its best to make me healthy. I love my body because the number of things it does right far outweigh the number of things it does wrong. I do not love my body based on shallow, transient characteristics like the circumference of my abdomen or the semi-linearity of my almost-white teeth. (I do, admittedly, really enjoy having orange hair.)

I love my body in all the right ways and for all the right reasons.

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Yet…

(there’s got to be a “yet,” right?)

Yet.

Sometimes I do not love my body.

Sometimes, in fact, I hate it.

Sometimes I fear it.

Sometimes I resent its limitations so fiercely I dig my nails into my mattress and sob until I run out of breath.

Here is why:

My body works, but not the way it is supposed to.

My body sleeps, but never for more than four hours at a time and sometimes not at all.

My kidneys process potassium, but at a much lower rate than other peoples’ do.

My heart beats, but faster and harder than a healthy heart beats.

My skin protects me from the outer world. It looks pretty good these days. But one sweaty workout, one bite of vegetables fried in butter, one handful of nuts, one small period of fasting, one ten-minute exposure to UV rays, and I will most certainly have acne the following morning.

My eyes work, but are photophobic, which means that I get migraines from any lights brighter than a desk lamp. I always wear sunglasses outside, and sometimes I even have to wear them inside. This is not a whole lot of fun in ballet class.

My metabolism burns, but slowly. Just one “off” day and my pants are noticeably tighter. If not careful, I’ll put on five pounds in a week.

My ovaries now work better, thanks to serious efforts and healing on my part, but I also experience weight gain and quite depressing PMS like clockwork every 27 days.

My muscles contract, but those in my back more than other people’s, which means I get headaches if I have poor posture or sit down for too long.

My eardrums are great at detecting quiet sounds. Their sensitivity can be helpful. It can also be oppressive, since loud sounds and pressure from the wind give me headaches. I always have a pair of ear plugs on me in case I need them.

My body works, but is limiting.

My body works, but I cannot necessarily fix it.

My body, in fact, often stops me from being able to visit friends and relatives. It prevents me from enjoying meals that my friends make. It forces me to leave all rooms with fluorescent lights. It doesn’t let me sleep. It makes my heart beat too fast. It gives me anxiety.  It makes me chronically exhausted. It erodes my faith in my ability to ever be able to have a stable health and happiness.

In these moments, do I love my body?

Well, deep down, yes. I know that it is my only home. It is my shelter, and my partner. It does many good things. I do know this.

But sometimes its just f*cking impossible to feel it.

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It is my firm and loving opinion that it is unrealistic to demand of ourselves that we always feel positively about our bodies. My solution is to stop doing that.

I don’t put any pressure on. I do my best. Life is hard. Health is hard. I no longer need to be perfect, in this as much as in other things. I simply cannot do it. As much as I do genuinely love and appreciate my body, I am a human being who struggles. I have good days and bad days. On bad days, I am so unhappy with my body it physically aches.

And to be honest, since I have accepted the pain and frustrations and patience required for living in my body…

it has all gotten easier. Permitting my negative feelings space has allowed me to heal. I’ve got at least three degrees of acceptance here working in my favor. I enjoy thinking of myself as intelligent, so let’s call it Meta-Acceptance. It’s 1) okay that my body is so delicate, 2) also okay that I don’t like that my body is so delicate, amd 3) also also okay that I don’t like that I don’t like that my body is so delicate.

These days when I’m scared or pissed off about my body, I let myself be angry. My mom will call me and I’ll say – hang on, I’ve got a big cry to let out, I’ll call you right back. And I do it, and I’m unhappy, but I’m fine, it’s actually all fine. I go back to the tasks and rhythm of my Monday. The more I have accepted these moments and feelings, the easier they flow through me and out of my life.

It’s kind of nice.

 

…Even though (!) the point of this post has NOT been to teach you a lesson on how to heal.

Sure – yes – acceptance has been powerful. Woooo. Go acceptance!

What I really want to do here more than anything is to “come out” – so to speak. It is to be a blogger who cares about body love, who has literally written the book (one of them) on it – and to still be someone who isn’t always overbrimming with joy and love.

More and more acceptance all the time, sure. Stuff is what it is, and that’s that. But life as a human animal is hard and imperfect, and here I am saying, do your best to be loyal to and embrace your body, but – well. Whatever. If you don’t always feel it, more power to you. You need more than just the easy stuff to make life worth living anyway.

It’s all okay. Good day, bad day, how much you are capable of accepting limitations. Whatever.

Sometimes I don’t feel love for my body.

No big deal.

If these thoughts resonated with you, you will probably really enjoy my book, Sexy By Nature.  All my thoughts on body love and acceptance can be found there.

 

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