So, I literally just danced around my living room to Lizzo’s song Good As Hell on repeat three times because, for the love of cheese, I’m feeling fucking good as hell. I just had two smashingly great calls with my e-course students, I’m headed to Chicago tomorrow for a weekend retreat (where I’m the student, not the teacher - Holla!!!!!), and I’m wearing my new favorite underwear from Aerie.
I mean, does life get any better?
And as I was booty shaking on the back of my sofa and slapping my own ass, I wasn’t thinking about how my thighs could be firmer or my waist could be smaller. I was laughing out loud and thinking how great it felt to be jumping and singing at the top of my lungs for the motherfucking JOY OF IT.
And as I listened to all those amazing love-yourself-lyrics from Lizzo, I felt so. much. gratitude. that I’m living in a time when women are taking our bodies back and giving a big F-U to the culture that told us we had to look a certain way to be valued in this society. And then I gave a little hair toss in honor of my own journey toward body love…how freaking far I’ve come to loving me and how much more in love we still get to fall with one another - me and the dear, old bod.
And damn, it’s been a journey.