Being with child I have become ACUTELY aware of how often people comment on my looks and women’s looks/bodies in general. I even had to ask my husband do people comment on his looks/body multiple times a day. He said “uh, no, hardly ever.”
Being a yoga teacher and engaging with people’s bodies as my own body has been rapidly growing is interesting to say the least. (more on that later later)
My new look has been described as huge, fluffy, “wowzers”, “increasingly heavy”, and some other funny- side ways- “are you really talking to me right now” type things.
It has also been described as Glowing. Radiant. Pretty. Beautiful.
Beautiful is so beautiful, right?
Just now, I came across these words that moved close to my heart and captures some of what I think “gets” me with the constant commentary on my\women’s looks/bodies even when it’s something as beautiful as beautiful:
“i want to apologize to all the women i have called beautiful
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re beautiful
but because i need you to know
you are more than that” – rupi kaur
Being with child is beautiful. the kind deeper than looks. true.
It is also courageous. powerful. untaming. soulful.transforming.liberating.
a ritual.a passage.
It is REAL.
Womenfolk- mamas-to-be and such.
we don’t need anyone’s commentary on our bodies (not even our own)
but if one must go there and say anything.
REAL. is the word.
It’s the look.