My body is not yours to critique and discuss. My body is not yours for consumption. My body is my vessel. An archive of experiences. A weapon that has fought battles only I understand. A library of love, pain, struggle, victory, and mystery. Your eyes cannot define all it has endured. Do not place value upon my body, place it upon my being.~ Sophie Lewis
During one of my photo sessions with the camera on a tiny tripod so I could take photos from a lower perspective, I caught an image of me on my mobile phone (which I use as remote). The image intrigued me so much, that I turned to the camera, checked to center myself on the remote screen and snapped a couple of images.
What intrigued me so much?
When I saw that flash of myself in the screen, I thought ‘it’s beautiful’, and that thought intrigued me. I realized once more how far I have come. How different I am from who I was for many years, seeing only imperfections, and totally forgetting to be kind to myself, kind to my body.
I look at the quote above, and know I have always been my biggest and fiercest critic. Before anyone could bring me down, I already did, a million times.
… my body is my vessel
… it is an archive of experiences
… has been a weapon that fought so many battlers
… it’s a library of everything mentioned in the quote, and more
I have finally reached the point in my life where I don’t place value upon my body, but upon my being. It’s liberating. It brings me peace. And it makes me see the beauty, where before I wouldn’t have.
© Rebel’s Notes