I Heart My Body

My body is a vessel.

It is what keeps my heart and my soul safe.  

My body is the vessel that gives my soul the ability to fulfil its destiny, to follow its path back to divine love. My body protects what is most important to me and it is what gives me life. My body is the vessel that carries my heart from one destination in my journey to another. 

My body is a haven.

It is where I go to rest and rejuvenate.

My body is what houses my thoughts and my dreams. My aspirations and my loves. It is what provides me with the courage to commit myself to life. It is where I come when I have lost inspiration from the world and it is where I find the confidence to begin a new day. 

My body is a canvas.

Born without a mark or scratch, but born to carry me through life and forever change, develop and grow. My body is a canvas, one to which I have added to, with markings that tell the story of my mind. A canvas on which life has added to, with scars to show the fights I have won, with sunspots to show the fun I have had, with stretch marks to show the life I have housed and with lines to show the life I have lived.

My body is a home.

A place where life was created. Where life was nurtured and nourished. Where little fingers and little toes were formed. Where a new body was made. A new body to be loved and lived in by someone else. Someone who was created by me. 

My relationship with my body is one of turbulence, never truly on solid grounds. I am always learning, forever changing and having to accept each new addition. Although my relationship has not always been stable I have always respected my body. It has walked me through a life of many successes and some great falls and yet it always provides me with good health and fortune, it is the most stable relationship of my life. I have learnt to love it for all that it is, 

because it loves me.

My body has failed me with some bad health. My kidneys have carried infections and harboured great pain. But it recovered. My breasts are full of large lumps. But they are benign. My gall bladder carried stones. But it is now gone. My bowels are irritable and greet me monthly, with blood. But it is controllable. With each bad turn, comes a resolution, and with each bad turn, comes a reminder. To treat this body the way it needs, with care and good health and it will return the sentiment.

My body has seen the worst in humanity and has the scars to prove its survival. Battle wounds. Marks to show that I am a soldier and that no matter what this life hands to me, I will walk through it with my head held high. This body can survive anything because the soul that it carries was made to survive.

This body has grown the most beautiful body of all, nestled deep within its warmth and now after such a creation, this body has created life again. Another baby sleeping soundly, within the safety of its womb. Two beautiful babies to add into this world. All because this body is magic.

I was given this one body. It is mine to do with as I need. I will treat it well. I will respect and cherish it, because this one body has given me life and that life is the most spectacular one of all.

Linking up with the lovely group of beautiful bodies over at 'We Heart Life'