I was struck by an image that populated my Facebook feed today:
(Apparently I have a lot of friends with “pants” issues.)
My first thought to be honest?
….Said No Missy EVER.
It was humbling. Though I have talked the talk and walked minuscule steps of that walk, today it occurs to me that this is exactly what I am doing.
WAR.
That word was striking.
War? Really? Me?
I’m a lover! Not a fighter.
Of course, my logophiliac self then focused on the word PEACE.
Yes, peace with myself would be the answer…the dream.
How am I to find peace, though, amongst so much incredible bodily discomfort? (My issues, again, are mostly visceral and not visual).
To be honest…I’m concluding I can’t right now.
However. I will have faith that this will go away, as I am told it does.
So for now? Perhaps I can make peace with my discomfort?
Let the war happen but what if…
….I choose to disengage.
I try. I wait. I behave.
After all …. I’m not a fighter BUT
I love myself.
So why not try and find peace for the time being with all the yucks …. because if I try and fix them my way, on my own terms, I LOSE.
Love this, dear. Keep thinking about that peace and disengage from the war. There are things far more deserving of full-scale attack than your body and soul.
Wow, timing babes. My other half just emailed me about how she no longer is at war with herself. How she DECIDED (< active verb there!) how she stopped being mad at herself and how she decided to comfort herself through love, not hurt. Powerful shit? It's a learningprocess for sure, babysteps. I'm walking it with you
I can be a conscientious objector I suppose?
Missy, you’ve got this. “I have fought the good fight; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith.” — 2 Timothy 4:7
(longtime reader/lurker who admires your spirit)
Oh wow…I need to take the war/peace theme and open the Bible.
I wish I could proudly live by that statement. It reminds me of a scene from eat pray love where Julia Roberts tells her friend to eat the damn pizza and that they would buy bigger jeans tomorrow. Either way, it a struggle for most of us women!
I’m always inspired by thoughts like “what if you treated others the way you treat yourself?” It’s a scary thought indeed.
And HARD.
Also, not sure if related, but thighs are used in dancing. Use them to dance.
Right now.
YES!
However it would be nice if they stopped dancing when I did. LOL.
Such a powerful message, Missy. Thank you so much for sharing (and glad of heart that you are thinking this way.) I got a little sad, thinking, some of us have been at war with ourselves for most of our lives. And yet really, we aren’t bad or horrible or anyone or anything that needs to be warred against. We are not the enemy. Nor our bodies. In many cases – yours, mine – our bodies never really were the enemies for real, somehow they got dragged in as innocent bystanders.
I want to be an impartial bystander, I’m sitting out the war too.
Good luck, you are definitely walking in the footsteps God is leaving for you right now with thoughts like these xxx
I just feel like I “fight” and food is my weapon…and all the while I could probably find comfort in my skin when I just. stop. fighting. and stop the starve/binge insanity.
I wish I could say I was completely on the sidelines as I write this but I would be lying.
Food is my weapon – yes totally get that. I feel like often people/we/everyone forgets that the fight isn’t totally about the food, isn’t totally about our bodies, they are just what we use to fight WITH.