My Temple
I had a hard dream last night. Poppy. I am still not over how he treated us. How he treated me. In the dream we were at the beach and Marcela had me try on a bathing suit. Before that she said would you rather me use this other person who is skinnier because of poppy potential comments and that the suit was small. I looked at it and got changed. I came out and poppy and everyone else was there. He nodded and made a face about my legs and to go inside. I guess I should be proud of myself that I got in the suit anyways. And I don't remember being that upset in my dream. If he were alive I would confront him more. Or explain how much it hurts. Or simply make fun of the situation. But, he's not and the dream was clear. It was poppy. He was embarrassed. He was critical. It was wrong. I am going home Thursday and I am sure some of this has to do with that. Anxiety about being judged. I am in a different place now though. I care and respect my body so much. It's my temple. My savior. My tool. My power. My super power, And I need to take care of it as much as possible. Because it's the only one I got. And it only matters to me. Not anyone else. Just me.
I'm grateful for...
- The change in my mindset about my body
- Hope for healing of my knee and that its not worse
- My health physically mentally and emotionall
- Family and getting to see them soon
- Ann
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