I give way to softness and humbly watch my mother’s spider veins declare themselves
Negative feelings about my body and my looks, and wishing I looked different…
I’ve learned to love my body for all of it’s quirks, stubbornness and intricacies
Being a goddess is about learning to inhabit this new body
Accepting the flow and movement and determining how to gracefully engage
I need to open my mouth and let the words flow through my previously cancerous throat into reality… My life depends on it
Although she is a fierce warrior, Durga is also the embodiment of the ultimate creative force, the Mother
Who knew…
I do not need to make any claims about what exactly I am, but simply to acknowledge my being
I’m still trying to forgive myself
I see the goddess in my daughter every day
The divine feminine in a male body… Why does it have to stay so hidden? What am I afraid of?
This is my favorite and least favorite part of my body
I have wondered if my breasts look like women’s breasts
I often feel that I’m not “using” my body to its fullest potential
That’s the last body part that I would want to feature
It causes me to deal with the temporary, ever-changing nature of the vessel that houses me
To hold you… To trust you…
To be fully adult, we must play goddess for ourselves
I used to worry that my breasts are too small to produce “enough” milk
I felt the immensity of my power and responsibility
The spread of my hips was the first thing I truly loathed about my pubescent body
I no longer have a physical womb…but new life still springs forth from that place
The body that lives my self-image is different from the body I am in, even though I’m very happy with my body
My body would be worth taking a picture of and sharing