Self acceptance.
I always find this time of year a hard time to make peace with my body. My logical head is telling me to get in the gym and eat well whilst my ancestral instinct is saying “stay in, cosy up and fill up”.
Like many women, most of my life I’ve struggled with body image. The older I get, the more able I am to embrace my imperfections. It’s about finding balance between caring enough to look after yourself, but not judging yourself too harshly.
I find it helps to try and think of my physical being in two ways.
Firstly, as a strong, practical, nurturing tool and secondly, as vessel for pleasure. This takes the pressure off a need to conform to societal expectations whilst encouraging me to give a shit.
If you don’t already love your beautiful face and hard working body, why not start now?
The Glove
I found myself some tight clothes
In a drawer I label ‘then’
A teeny bra of sugar cups
A flash-of-fire night slip
I poured my ugly sister
Into a Cinderella self
Grieving satin chances
Mourned her rotting slipper
.
I got myself some big clothes
That felted me, an attic
They blanketed my loathing
Marked me safe from attention
I snuggled as a kitten
In the weave of a dark mother
Until he sees it is a sack
And knows instantly, he’s drowning….
.
And then, I bought somebody’s gloves
A charity shop find
Plunged my ends into the tips
And wondered if she’d died
Had to take them off again
Thinking of my hand in hers
The stretch was moulding to my shape….
My fingers suckling on her ‘never’
.
And deeper in the leather
Lay familiar, diamond patterns
A cow that came before the glove
Who once stood, happy in a meadow
So, I opened up my wardrobe
Chose my brightest, truest colour
In honour of my goddess
And this strong body that keeps going
Maybe this poem is too weird. With the skin. A bit ‘Silence of the Lambs’, lampshadey 😳😂
I know what I mean.
Beautiful yet again. From a fellow woman struggling with body image, self acceptance and the need for a change in wardrobe with the switch of seasons. x