Beloved Body: Week 3

Day 15: Beloved Chin

 

 So far this is my Least Favorite, Most Resisted prompt. My chin has . . . a dimple (love!), blemishes (small), little hairs (pluck!), an extra cushion when I do this:

I was conflicted on whether or not to embrace my double chin. When it comes to pictures, I am very aware of my chin and its double, trying to avoid the roll under my face. This process is easing me into fully loving all parts of my body, so . . . I yell "shiiiiiiiit!" and publish. 
This is my chin.

Day 16: Beloved Chest

 As I began uploading these, Love is Gonna Break Through started playing. Perfect timing. I wanted to capture my heart center opening. The light through the window is how I imagine the light of love looks when it pours out of me.

 This Beloved Chest prompt allows me to embrace a part of my body I already Very Much Like.  The curve, weight, sensitivity; breasts are amazing.

 A watercolor experiment helped bring out a literal heart on my actual chest. Painting this heart on myself was fun and as I brushed my skin with the image of love I felt connected to my body in a new way.
 May my heart be open, free to give and receive Love.

Day 17: Beloved Back
►all iphone shots. the old camera batteries were dead.◄

 Many of my pictures are taken with me walking away. It is a great way to hold a moment in time and put me back where I was when I set the timer. So for today's prompt I experimented with clothing options and poses. I posed by this cabin in the middle of a hike and after 2 couples left the area I took off all top clothes and braved a bare back. I loved it!

 

 After sitting and staring at the beach I set my phone in the chair cup holder and took timed picture after timed picture. Were people wondering, "Why does she walk 10 feet out and turn right around?"  I was thinking about chin, chest, back and all of these have idioms associated with them. Mostly ones I don't like: "Chin up!" "Bend over backwards..." Blah blah: 
I do like "Get it off my chest." And I do, I do.

Day 18: Beloved Thighs

 Oh, thighs. I love how you move me through life. You have such strength and length. I do wish you had greater muscle tone and smooth skin all around, up and down. I love when I sit down or stand up, hand on my thigh and feel the muscle flex. This might be my favorite part of the body: thighs: on everyone: especially toned. Muscles = Activity in my mind, therefore when I see or feel a muscular thigh I think, "They are living!" I am, I do.

 Things I do with my thighs: cross them, lunge, dance, walk, run, kick, climb, sit (car, sofa, toilet, chair, ground) 

Day 19: Beloved Legs

 Today was about legs and confidence in our walk, our carriage. My legs are my anchor. I stomp around, grounding myself; "I am here. I am staying. I deserve to be here. I live here in joy." I walk with purpose when my arms are free. When I carry a bag or anything, my whole body shifts and I feel burdened, crooked, hunched.

 I have always liked my leg shape and tone. They have a nice curve with space for light to shine through. I took the risk of taking my pants off in between cyclists whizzing by on a busy bike trail. Worth it! Showing my skin is revealing and a point of vulnerability for me.
 But, my body is my body and I embrace it. I love stretching myself in public, timing my pictures as if I am in a bubble where no one else can see me. I see me.

Day 20: Beloved Feet

 We have moved all the way down our thighs and legs to our feet. The bottom of the body. I like my feet. They have cute little toenails. They have dry heels. One has a bunion. But they get me where I want to go, walking and running and twirling and keeping me steady as life goes on about me.

 There is nothing my feet love more than finding a warm sun spot. Especially on carpet but the Earth's carpet will do just fine. Walking barefoot is a special treat for my feet because I am very aware of dirt and they often get trapped in shoes to avoid said dirt. But, I know feet clean up real nice and the pounding of bare feet on ground is a strong sensation. I have been giving myself foot baths lately, steaming up some hot water with salts, rubbing a mask or lotion all over them, rubbing dead skin off and loving the intimate connection to my own roots.

Day 21: Beloved Belly

 Beautiful Belly, I think about you often. I rub you when I poop, I zip pants over you, I bend you, I contract you, I rest my hands on you. You digest food, hold the center of my power and passion, connect my upper and lower halves, are hiding muscles under your soft shell.

 The goal of today was to send love to our bellies. I did. As I lay down to meditate, my hands instinctively land on my lower abdomen. It is comfortable. I sometimes sit on the sofa, hands on my belly and say, "I have always done the very best I could in every situation of my life, with what I knew at the time." I desire freedom from false protection and fulfillment. I send love to my center and allow it to be what it is; perfect and powerful.