I believe radical self love is showing up for myself, and doing my work to unpack the shit pile that came with my white, cis, female, able bodied identity both from family of origin and society. It’s staying in the room even when things get hard, making space and having gratitude for the imperfection, and loving what is, without wanting to change it or wishing for things to be different. I wish the same for you.
As a fat yoga teacher in a sea of thin ones, I know I stand out. But I like to think I stand out like a rainbow sequin dress in a room of little black ones, and that those sequins- the things that make me different- are what call folx towards me, to join me on the mat.
It can be really, really hard to make space to nurture and care for ourselves, especially for people in fat bodies, because we have been socialized to believe that we are bodies to be fixed, changed, shrunk, condensed, and minimized.
BUT there is good news. There is another way to be in our bodies, there is another path to take. And it starts with one breath, one movement, one moment, and then another breath, another movement, another moment, and so on. Showing up for ourselves on the mat is a movement towards a gentler, kinder, softer relationship with yourself and your body. It is an act of rebellion and an act of courage. I know this to be true because it is part of my story, and I believe it can be part of yours too.
Let’s change the world. We are BETTER TOGETHER, dear one