My body has held many stories and taken on different shapes and iterations as we’ve moved through our lifetime together. She holds triumphs and fear, trauma and joy. She’s mine and I honor her in the best way that I can, like an old friend that sometimes I take for granted. She can be defiant and a bit of a loose cannon sometimes but she’s beautiful and flawed and mine to cherish.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we give away our power and the influence that it has on our well being. I’ve been sitting with how I feel that in my physical and emotional bodies. We are currently living in a time where others are trying to dictate and force methods of how we treat our bodies and trying to sell us on the right ways to take “care” of our beautiful temples. I’m here to say fuck that.
It’s everywhere you look- Instagram reels trying to sell us on beauty products to make us look younger, less wrinkly, more like the air brushed, photoshopped “influencers” we see on the screen. They’d like us to believe that these signs of age, that we have rightfully earned and worked for are somehow wrong. They’re trying to sell us foods and protocols to lose weight, disguising them as health foods and magic teas instead of telling us what’s really in them. We see folks in the fitness industry selling us beach bodies and talkin’ cardio all day, even when our nervous systems are begging for rest.
And let’s talk about them selling us medicine on tv. Why is this legal? I have made it a habit in my home to mute commercials, especially if there is a drug commercial on. In case you’re new here (welcome by the way), my body has Multiple Sclerosis and I am on my path to healing it. The thing about that is, big pharma doesn’t like the way I handle my disease. You know, the one in MY body. They want me medicated. And listen, let me be real clear. I say rock on, if you’ve chosen medication on your path to healing. You have my full support. This is in no way a judgement against anyone else’s choices. It’s just not my truth. So when those MS commercials come on, they depress me and they steal some of my power. My husband knows if one comes on, we mute that son of a gun because I don’t need anyone to dull my shine. I don’t need anyone trying to scare me and tell me what they think the progression of my disease will be because so far, I’ve defied the odds and I plan on continuing to do so.
So where is there space for you to hit the mute button? Do you make it a practice to sit with the things you are infiltrated with or do you give it your power? Are you able to discern the moments when you’re being sold something that doesn’t align for you? And hey, while we’re asking questions, are you respectful of other people’s choices even when they don’t match yours? Seems to be a real problem these days. I’m holding strong over here with My Body, My Choice.
I’m trying to make it a habit to be a crappy consumer. And honestly, that’s really going against the system, isn’t it? It’s a system that is carefully orchestrated to keep us in it’s grip. There’s a boat load of propaganda and fear mongering that keep us on the hamster wheel. It’s up to us to say enough is enough and accept our wrinkles, our folds, our path to healing, our CHOICES and to stand tall in our power.
Phew! That felt damn good to type. Join me in the conversation, I’d love to hear from you.