Who knew…

I’m still trying to forgive myself

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

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

I felt the immensity of my power and responsibility

To be fully adult, we must play goddess for ourselves

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

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

I see the goddess in my daughter every day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Accepting the flow and movement and determining how to gracefully engage

Being a goddess is about learning to inhabit this new body

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

This is my favorite and least favorite part of my body

My body would be worth taking a picture of and sharing

To hold you… To trust you…

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?