I eat burgers + beers.
I liv dont limit
And when my body limits, I listen.
I bow down + hug in.
This life is a marathon. Not a race.
And im learning everyday to embrace my shape. The vessel that carries me + allows me to move.
This shape that protects me + informs me.
As my body evolves from my 20s to my 30s. Day by day I am learning more to love every inch that is me, the imperfections that are only mine.
I am not my shape. I am my spirit, my heart, my mind, my soul.
But I choose to connect to the shape that carries me.
To celebrate my structure - that which is physically all of me.
To the feet that ground me, walk with me, run with me + pace my forever desire to race.
To the legs that never get longer no matter how often I stretch
To the structure of my spine that lifts + lengthens me.
To the shoulders that lift up + back, proud rather than insecure.
To the gut that guides me - when I allow it - my greatest intuition.
To the ribs that protect my heart.
Seeking perfection is a dirty game of never enough.
Connecting to your shape allows room for discovery, conversation, give + take.
You are not your body. You are your heart.
But celebrate the body which is your home - fuel it with what feels good - food, work, movement, words, company and you will feel full.
Be connected enough to know when you feel disconnected:
when you are just filling empty space, filling a void, reaching for external instead of seeking within.
If your body limits — via sensitivity, injury or illness, listen.
Connection begins within.