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I am claiming and remembering my power. I am remembering to listen for my inner guidance. I am remembering the language of my heart. I have ALL the power within me NOW. I remember I am the ONE I had been waiting for. I carry this message with me every day! — Meghan Dwyer, Raw Food Chef ~ Sedona
I have a totally new understanding of who I am. I HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE MY LIFE, and the knowledge that I am supported by love to make these changes! I am ready to move forward from a trust in my own light and power. — Roko Ona, M.D. ~ Tokyo
It was like the dam broke, and everything came out to be healed. I felt totally revealed and safe in the nurturing space you created. We went so deep, and yet it was so easy. Thank you. — Shela Tarwater, Paralegal ~ Florida
I was guided towards profound insights that have shifted both my understanding of myself and my way of being on this planet. — Justin Caruso, Yoga Teacher ~ NYC

Posts Tagged ‘de-armoring’

This morning I took a photo of my belly, folded over itself, revealing a little snail trail… I looked down at it as I drank my coffee and felt grateful for its softness and the wisdom of my womb… And it made me realize I have not always been grateful for this part of myself…

This morning I did what I have been doing, what has been second nature for an incredibly long time, I casually glanced at my belly in the mirror and thought “need to loose some weight”, had I been wearing a shirt I would have pulled it up to reveal my soft flesh in the mirror and thought “I need to loose some weight”.

However today is different. Today I am putting down a sword I have been holding, a weapon against my own flesh that I have been carrying for so long I didn’t even recognize my knees buckling under its weight until I was free of it. I shall walk a little taller now.

I am free of it. Well, for now. Because today. I love my body. Like they all tell us to. Love yourself. It makes me sick. The truth of it. But its true. So do it. Love your body. In your own time.

I had no idea, until an hour ago, how deep in it I was, and over the last few years I have let pieces of my armor drop away, piece by piece.

I think the last link fell, I heard a faint clink as it hit the floor, I don’t need my chain mail anymore because I choose to put down my sword and stop fighting against the only place I have to call home, my own body.

Not many people know this, but I have carried around shame about my body as long as I can remember. Being a woman with perceivably masculine features has always been a challenge for me, I’ve hated my muscular legs, the fact that I am hairier than many men I know, the sharpness of my jaw, and then there is the one part of my body that I have hated the most, for the longest time, the one part of my body that would lead to me endless nights with my head bent over the toilet bowl regurgitating my food… I suffered from bulleimia on and off for years. When I was 15 I didn’t eat for a week, but that got ridiculous, and I got hungry, however, the hatred didn’t end, nor did the battle in my mind against the softness of my flesh.

My belly.

My beautiful, soft, feminine, belly.

I had always been confused my how the rest of my body could be so muscular and my belly would never match, never harden, never submit to all the excersise and dieting I would put it through, it must be my digestion I thought, so I’ll fix that. But nope, still soft, plump and round.

But today I am grateful, for the space that one day will stretch out to carry a child.

I am grateful to have a functioning beautiful body, that, in truth, I will probably still compare to other people, however, right now, I feel at home, comfortable in my own flesh. And I am grateful for that. I am grateful for the beautiful partners I have had over the past few years who have made me feel so beautiful, sexy and delicious. I am grateful for dance as it has been my medicine, my gateway, my journey home to myself, to this vessel of divinity, flesh and bones.

I am grateful for my body. I am at home here. I am beautiful.
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Serra Stone graduated from the Dancing Freedom Facilitator Training held in Australia in November, 2015. You can dance with her in Melbourne every 1st and 3rd Friday of the month at Y Dance, 909B High St, Thornbury. Check out her bio here: http://www.dancingfreedom.com/serra-stone-melbourne-aus/

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Last Updated on Tuesday, 3 May 2016 06:59