body-image

When our emotional health is in a bad state, so is our level of self-esteem. We have to slow down and deal with what is troubling us, so that we can enjoy the simple joy of being happy and at peace with ourselves.

My body is like a Temple in Nepal. It is sacred, but has a lot of damage from the earthquake of my youth!

Eating disorders are prevalent among women who were sexually abused as children. They seem to have components of other symptoms such as obsessions, compulsions, avoidance of food, and anxiety, and they primarily include a distorted body image and feelings of body shame.For some women, eating disorders are related to the loss of control over their bodies during the sexual abuse and serve as a means of feeling in control of their bodies now. Eating disorders can also be indicative of the developmental stage and age at which the sexual abuse began. Women with anorexia and bulimia report that they were sexually abused either at the age of puberty or during puberty, when their bodies were beginning to develop and they felt a great deal of body shame from the abuse. By contrast, women with compulsive eating report that the sexual abuse occurred before the age of puberty; they used food for comfort.

Do something every day that is loving toward your body and gives you the opportunity to enjoy the sensations of your body.

I'm sorry I don't conform to your standards of feminine perfection, but I'm quite happy the way I am__nyway, I wasn't born to be buxom.

Proper posture sends a positive message since 90% of all communication occures through body language and how you carry yourself.

And suddenly, lying in bed, I became aware of every inch of my body and I apologised to it, quietly. I apologised for bring so ungrateful for so long. Then I thanked my arms, hands and fingers for always trying so hard. I thanked my legs and feet for holding me up all the time. I thanked my brain for working so amazingly well and conjuring up thoughts and dreams and sentences and images and crazy poems. And I thanked all my organs for working together and giving me life. It had taken four and a half billion years for me to be here. Right now. In this universe. And in that moment, I felt totally overwhelmed at being alive. There could be nothing but there was everything. I didn't want to waste a single second more worrying about trivialities. Worrying that I'd never match up to an ideal that didn't even exist. Nobody is normal. We are all different. I had to make sure that every moment I had left on this planet counted.

Choosing to accept yourself is a political act. An act of liberation.

I have a body, but I am not my body.I have a face, but I am not my face.

I__ a short woman with a pretty good body and large breasts _ that__ not what I think of as sexy.

There is no dictionary in the world that includes the words __kinny_ or __at_ under the definitions of __eautiful_ and __gly_. So, focus on being healthy and stop the self-criticism.

Truth be told, I__ still in awe of her, but I found it easier to relate to her. She really made me see that we are all the same. We all suffer the same feelings of inadequacy because we are not like others, but that__ what makes us so special too.

You are you, no one else is you, you are the right you, and the right you, is the you that you love.

The strangest thing was, as beautiful as I found her to be, she admitted that she wasn__ always comfortable in her own skin. I found that hard to believe until she explained herself. All of the sudden I was not so much in awe of her but found myself empathizing with her.

Sometimes the ugliest parts of ourselves are what others love the most.

The best way to reach your destination is to just keep going until you get there.

Your body is the piece of the universe you've been given; as long as you have a pulse, it presents you with an ongoing shower of immediate sensate experiences.

I__ learned to avoid mirrors. They never seemed to show me what I wanted to see.