An exposed secret
January 28, 2019
Once a secret gets exposed, it loses its power.
I’ve heard that quote a handful of times before and for whatever reason I always relate it back to my journey with self love.
Because honestly? I felt like I was holding a secret. So much hate. So much misery. So much disgust. OVER MY BODY.
I would cry over my pregnancy photos. I would cringe at the sight of my body in a mirror after weight loss. I would wear T-shirt’s and cover ups and never ever expose it.
All of these heavy burdens.
All of them, like a secret.
Posting photos like this might be helping others. But more so, they’ve helped me. They took my secrets into the open.
They lost their power over me.
It was slow but steady, but began completely changing the fibre of my being. So much so, that I still can’t really fully grasp my joy around it.
When I snapped this photo today, I was fascinated. Not ashamed. Not disgusted.
I felt powerful, almost majestic. The human body is sooooo freaking cool, with built-in expanders to allow us to change and adapt, go through puberty, bear children, grow muscles and so much more.
And we sit here and we criticize it for a job well done.
I just don’t want to do that anymore.
I want to take my secrets, my burdens, and my shame, and I want to expose them. Not to set THEM free, but to set ME free.
And I want to HONOUR my body, thank it and love it.
For a job well done.