I unexpectedly got the day off today. I’m savoring it slowly, trying not to rush around and hurry through it. Its just a Monday, a day that I don’t have to worry about work.
I finished Holy Blood, Holy Grail, and The Woman with the Alabaster Jar. I’ve been neglecting Women Who Run with the Wolves, though. Its such an intense book. I can only read a bit at a time. I struggle with some of the concepts but not others. Wild Woman is hard for me to grasp because she is so physical and tactile.
I don’t know how to write the feelings I have about my physical self. I guess a good way to describe them is to say that I deal with my body; I know its limitations and its flaws. I also know how to minimize the the appearance of limitations by consciously avoiding certain things. I don’t drink from glasses; I drink from plastic cups and soda cans because if I drop them, I won’t have to worry about broken glass.
I don’t see the beauty in my body, though it is whole. I can accept that parts of me, like my long black hair, or my dark brown eyes are beautiful, but when I look at myself as a whole being, all I see is a bent and crooked body filled with pain.
I know its the only one I’ll ever have… I just struggle with the thoughts that it is perfect in and of itself because it is part of what makes me who I am.
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