Love my hands, love my body.

I was gonna start with ‘I love my hands and wrists’ but you know, I love my whole body. It’s been with me everyday, through all my experiences, it’s a channel for my music, for my love, it’s guides me through the hard times.

A good friend once gave me advice in a crisis, which was…
• Regular eat
• Regular sleep
• Regular exercise
• Regular therapy
It was my guiding light.

I found when I followed this I made good decisions for myself, and when I didn’t it lead to poor choices, then to anxiety, then depression.
Really… the first 3 points are just the basics of self care.

Funny/not funny, how that’s seemed like such revelation to me.

Today I heard someone say “I feel like I shouldn’t eat for a month because I’ve been doing so much recreational eating this weekend”

My ears heard… Punishment. Shame. Anxiety.

As a former anorexic and someone who was teased and belittled about their appearance, I feel this deep sense of discomfort when I hear anyone use shaming language about the body, no matter how subtle.

I’m learning how to speak about this gently in the moment because we all deserve to be treated with respect, that includes how we treat ourselves.

….

And that’s the other thing I’ve been working on (since becoming and because I’m a mother)… treating myself with kindness and compassion.

We all matter.


​
Picture taken this Wednesday gone, 15th February 2023 at The Forum Melbourne performing with Pub Choir

​📸 by Jacob Morrison Freelance​

---