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