There is a young woman in my Bikram Yoga class who has no hands – only nubs where hands should be, and legs that have been cut off a couple of inches below the knee. I’d seen her before, but today I really saw her.
As my mat laid next to hers, I discretely watched in fascination as she twisted and bent her body into each of the 26 yoga positions during the 90 minutes class. In some cases, she used props, like long rubber bands, to assist her, but she did all of the positions in some form. As I watched this otherwise perfect woman – an attractive, twenty-something brunette, with a great figure, cute hair cut and a colorful flower tattoo on her right shoulder – struggle through each position, It dawned on me that this woman truly appreciated her body. Precisely because of its limitations. She did not take any of the rest of her for granted. She didn’t let her physical handicaps limit her movements, nor did she allow them to limit the way she honored her physicality.
And we, who have perfect bodies, spend so much time hating them, destroying them. As I laid there with the handless, legless woman in Yoga today, I was reminded to adore my body, always. It is the vessel that houses my precious soul. I should love it, maintain it, bathe it, perfume it, adorn it, treasure it, RESPECT it. Regardless of its apparent limitations.
Love YOUR body, for it IS perfect! It is the perfect vessel that houses your precious soul