4. are bodies matter or do they?
We put so much weight on our appearance. Our bodies set the tone of our lives and we don’t even choose them for ourselves. They’re the very first thing we’re ever given and it’s not even by choice. How unsettling. To be given something hand chosen but not by your own hands. Not even you’r mind. We can feel we’re built with purpose but we’re not concious of why.
One day we wake up and we see ourselves in the mirror. We spend the rest of our lives trying to love the image that stares back at us. We try to smile but we just keep sulking. We try to embrace but we can’t stop analyzing. We don’t know why our eyes are hazel and not sea blue. We don’t know why our hips are so wide. Or our thighs so thick. And why’s there so much hair on my arms? We spend so much time criticizing what we’ve been given we forget to be grateful to have anything at all.
Our bodies are our first material posessions. The manifestation of the rising body. Our first chance at love. We obsess over what we look like and how we can use it to attract what we want without ever wanting to look like what we do. You have to want to be yourself, in your body, before you can ask others to want you and your body. It is a partnership. A pairing. A double deal.
And the problem has less to do with what you look like and more to do with what you think of how you look. We think there’s beauty + ugly. That life is beauty vs ugly. But there is beauty even in the ugly. And there sure as hell is ugly in beauty.
Your body is your work of art despite your self-criticism and in favor of those with self-confidence. The body is the work of the mind. You are your own masterpiece. How you shape your thoughts around your body are what gives your body shape.
You insult yourself when you look for your worthiness instead of dreaming it up. Stop seeking value in your appearance and start drawing plans to an act of beauty. Enact your beauty, don’t just stand there. You are not a sculpture in a museum - you are a walking, talking human being. You contain thoughts, feelings, otherworldly ideas and multitudes of absurdities. You were brilliant and bright before you ever knew reflections could be seen in the mirror.