RETURNING HOME IN THE BODY

 

RETURNING HOME IN THE BODY

the secret hatred for my own body

the stalking

the manipulation

the loathing

forcing her to hide

cramming her into spaces she didn't belong

wanting every part of her to change

 

i twisted, 

mended, 

bashed, 

broke, 

and reformed her image

to fit another’s standard

 

the taunting

the rejection

the blame

the criticism

it was not just a disrespect to my own body and life

but a disrespect to all the ancestors that have 

lived and died before me

 

they survived to carry on their lineage 

their heritage 

their features

so that my soul would one day harbor them

 

i will never let a fleeting beauty standard

EVER again

make me feel ashamed

for inheriting their sacred gifts

rich from my ancestors' 

blood and sacrifice

 

an ancient story 

inked in ichor

the telling of a million human lives

flows throughout this body

 

so, now i wear my appearance 

with a noble, spiritual pride

 

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This poem is an original by me.

It is an act of creating poetry from my healing process.

This piece was also inspired by “Women Who Run With the Wolves,” chapter 7, 

“Joyous Body: The Wild Flesh.”

A book that I recommend for all women, as I am transformed every time that I pick it up.

When I am in the midst of reading a powerful book such as this one, writing poetry from that inspired place helps digest the information. The poem will also become your own reminder to carry with you through life and present to others.

 

My “RETURNING HOME IN THE BODY” poem

is created to shatter the paradigms of self-image, 

the ones that women and young girls get stuck in for generations. 

Trapped in its illusion. 

A lot of my poetry is meant to break limiting structures 

and remind everyone of their full power.

I never want another girl to grow up constantly crying about her self-image, 

sunken in feelings of worthlessness and deemed undesirable by society. 

My soul-plan is to teach rising women that they are unequivocally whole, 

so that they can spend their days here feeling embodied and empowered. 

 

We must set our bodies free from standards,

and revel in their sacredness.

It matters less of how the body looks, and more on if the body can move and feel.

 

The body does not need to be less this or more that,

it simply ~is~

 

So, let’s move our bodies out of learned criticism 

and into self-celebration –

 

I mean, 

your body is made of star dust

and kissed by the grace of Life.

 

Let us feast on our innate celestial beauty

that comes in all its shapes and sizes

unbound by these mortal’s trivial standards

that could not even reach where our divinity lies.

 

 

With the love of source,

Izzy Beasley