Reflections in the Morning

This body

It is mine, it does not always receive the love it needs

The reflection I see in the glass today is different

I pushed my self to work out,

with the promise of a little sauna respite at the end

So I sit, in the heat, sweat running in rivulets

There is an opaque reflection of self

A halo of soft silver is being to encase my head

A look at the body reflected in the glass

I see something familiar, but not myself

It is ancient, often found in old pagan sites

Breasts that rest as pendulums pointing to

Rounded belly and thighs

An ancient statue of the Goddess

Full of magic and wisdom

The sweat running became mixed with

Tears of gratitude, tears of forgiveness

This Body

I have been so cruel to this shell,

Denying food, punishing exercise

Comparison, disgust for not reaching standard that are not mine

Seeing acceptance as failure

Demand it to become something it is not

Believing respect will only come when…..

In this moment the Goddess looked back at me

Reminding me that care, love and compassion are important

That food is care, nourishing is important

Gratitude for the abundance I have access to

Exercise is strength, mobility

Not punishment, not to force a vision that does not suit

The view she shows me is to love the embodiment of who I am

The softness, the gentleness and the strength that is there.

Through the glass she showed me love, she reminded me to show myself

Exercise to move, eat to nourish and connect

I need to remember that view I was shown so early in morning

The clarity, the kindness, the motivation to honour the temple

That houses my love, my wisdom, my beauty, my soul

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