I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. As I continue to dive deeper into my relationship with myself, with my personal yoga practice and healthy living this has been coming up a lot for me recently. And even more so with the clients I see. So often, people ask me what is the best type of exercise to get the body they want, the results they desire, or the energy they’re craving. I am discouraged by this questions a lot. Why? I don’t actually have the answer. Or at least, I thought I didn’t. But now, I’ve decided the answer is reclaiming exercise for every body.
The source of my frustration comes from the societal expectation that we have to move our body only because we want it to look a certain way, instead of actually enjoying the way it moves. Believe me, I have been guilty of this plenty. Which is why I feel comfortable calling some bullshit on it.
I met Grace Heerman for the first time in a small coffee shop in Seattle just before going to a yoga class together. I remember vividly how her kindness enveloped me in during our conversation. I felt as though I was the luckiest person to have met her, and now I am even more fortunate to call her such a dear friend. She shares in my fierce passion for empowering young women to understand their body’s and foster how to be a 20-something with intention. Most recently when she came back from India, she shared with me some of her deepest revelations from her time practicing yoga and I knew immediately that it was the stuff Soul Power is made of. Her words took me to places inside of myself, to help me understand more about my body, this, this is the mind-body connection. You will see why I had her share, all you need do is read below.
Self-love is something I always thought I understood. As an introvert, I’ve always protected my “me time,” and I have no problem slowing down when I start to feel out of balance. But for years, even as I practiced compassion and acceptance in most areas of my life, things were different when it came to my body.
I’m sure there was a time in my childhood when thoughts of what I looked like didn’t flood my brain. But until recently, I had pretty much forgotten what that felt like.
What I remember is one morning at age 17 when I woke up and decided enough was enough – from then on I was going to “get healthy.” My body and eating habits had become unacceptable and I was determined to change them.