Perfectly Enough

Jen came to me with an idea- I want to write all over my body, she said. All of the words that have been hurled at me through the years- I want to reclaim them.

And so, any the very end of her session, we sat down and I let met mind quiet, and we talked about all of those words. And slowly at first, and then all at once, the story came to my mind:

“You’re too strong,” said the Mind. “Too muscular, too tough.” And so the Body relaxed, and settled, and let down it’s guard. “You’re too weak!” Said the Mind.

“Too fragile, too small.” And so the Body straightened up, held its shoulders high, and faced the Mind. “Too independent!” Shrieked the Mind. “Too difficult, too loud.” And so the Body shifted, and turned around,
And tried to soften- but not too soft. “You’re too timid,” smeared the Mind. “Too pathetic, too quiet”. And the Body, confused and tired, tried to just adjust, yet again. “You’re too UGLY,” sang the Mind. “Too curvy. Too thick.” And the body shrank, disheartened, and hurt. “You’re alone,” growled the Mind. “Broken. Unloved.” And the Body listened. And little by little, the shingles of the roof for this soul fell apart, and the house cracked under pressure.

And as that happened, a light shone though the cracks, and warmed the house from the inside out. “I am not too big, or too small,” said the Body, to the Mind. “I am not too loud, or too soft.

I am not too sexy, or too timid, or too week or too defiant.

I am NOT too smart. I am not too fragile. I am not too tall, or too short, or too independent or too anything at all.” The Mind was taken aback, and watched in awe as the cracks in the house filled with a light so great it chased away the darkness.

The the Body, once dim and sad, said softly, with resilience; “I am not too much.

I am perfectly enough.”