The body that lives my self-image is different from the body I am in, even though I’m very happy with my body

The spread of my hips was the first thing I truly loathed about my pubescent body

Being a goddess is about learning to inhabit this new body

I used to worry that my breasts are too small to produce “enough” milk

I do not need to make any claims about what exactly I am, but simply to acknowledge my being

Accepting the flow and movement and determining how to gracefully engage

I see the goddess in my daughter every day

I’ve learned to love my body for all of it’s quirks, stubbornness and intricacies

I felt the immensity of my power and responsibility

Although she is a fierce warrior, Durga is also the embodiment of the ultimate creative force, the Mother

I often feel that I’m not “using” my body to its fullest potential

It causes me to deal with the temporary, ever-changing nature of the vessel that houses me

To hold you… To trust you…

I no longer have a physical womb…but new life still springs forth from that place

Who knew…

My body would be worth taking a picture of and sharing

I have wondered if my breasts look like women’s breasts

This is my favorite and least favorite part of my body

To be fully adult, we must play goddess for ourselves

That’s the last body part that I would want to feature

The divine feminine in a male body… Why does it have to stay so hidden? What am I afraid of?

Negative feelings about my body and my looks, and wishing I looked different…

I need to open my mouth and let the words flow through my previously cancerous throat into reality… My life depends on it

I give way to softness and humbly watch my mother’s spider veins declare themselves

I’m still trying to forgive myself