We were taught to fear our bodies.⁣
Taught to keep watch.⁣
To stay alert.⁣
To brace.⁣
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Fear that one cookie⁣
would lead to the whole bag.⁣
Fear that one more pound on our body⁣
was the gateway to six hundred.⁣
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Fear that desire⁣
meant danger.⁣
Fear that being unwanted⁣
meant worthlessness.⁣⁣
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Taught to fear getting too big.⁣
Too small.⁣
Too soft.⁣
Too loud.⁣
Too visible.⁣
Too invisible.⁣
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Fear when we changed.⁣
Fear when we didn’t.⁣
Fear when the breasts came.⁣
Fear when they didn’t.⁣
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Fear when they fed a baby,⁣
and didn’t bounce back.⁣
Fear when they shrank⁣
with time or surgery.⁣
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Taught to fear hormones shifting—⁣
puberty, pregnancy, infertility, ⁣
perimenopause, post-menopause,⁣
as if they were blaring sirens,⁣
announcing doom.⁣
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Fear of becoming our mothers.⁣
Fear of not becoming them.⁣
Fear of diabetes.⁣
Fear of diagnosis.⁣
Fear of pain.⁣
Of aging.⁣
Of slowing.⁣
Of stopping. ⁣
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Fear that the body⁣
is always on the edge of betrayal.⁣
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So we tightened.⁣
Monitored.⁣
Managed.⁣
Punished.⁣
Performed.⁣
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We called it discipline.⁣
We called it health.⁣
We called it being good.⁣
But it was fear—⁣
dressed up⁣
in control.⁣
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What would it feel like⁣
to not be afraid?⁣
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To move through your day⁣
not scanning for danger⁣
in your reflection?⁣
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To eat⁣
without doing the math?⁣
To soften⁣
without shame?⁣
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What would it feel like⁣
to belong to your body⁣
like it was home?⁣
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Safe.⁣
Held.⁣
Trustworthy.⁣
Tender.⁣
Sacred.⁣
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Your body,⁣
not a battlefield,⁣
not a time bomb—⁣
but a companion⁣
on this human ride.⁣
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What would it feel like⁣
to lay down the fear⁣
and finally⁣
rest⁣
in your own skin?⁣
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~ Nina Manolson