It starts with saying yes.
Yes to jumping on the trampoline even though everything jiggles.
Yes to the zip line even though the harness accentuates all the “wrong” places.
Yes to putting on a suit and going for that swim. Even though our self-talk is telling us that we are a beached whale.
Yes to shooting hoops even though our belly adds a new element.
Yes to thinking it might be okay to stop thinking about how “fat” we are.
Yes to thinking it might not matter what shape our body is or how much weight we have gained since high school.
Yes to letting ourselves go for 60 seconds without reminding ourselves of how lazy we must be for “letting ourself get here.”
Yes to walking into an event excited about meeting new people instead of standing in a way that best camouflages our upper arms.
Yes to being okay that a whole day has gone by without thinking about the number on our clothing tag.
Yes to chatting and laughing with our girlfriend as we thoroughly enjoy every last bit of pasta on our plate.
Yes to being excited that we hadn’t realized we never even thought about it.
It all starts with yes, it seems.
Before we know it playing is natural again. Saying yes without considering how our ass/belly/arms/thighs will look is our default.
Before we know it, we are LIVING again, or maybe for the first time.
Before we know it we realize that the people classifying our legs as thunder thighs are not our people anyway.
Before we know it we realize how many minutes, hours, years, and decades we have WASTED not saying yes.
Before we know it, we commit to breaking this cycle. So that our daughters never have to waste a minute not saying yes.
So that our sons see what women look like. That we move and jiggle and eat and laugh and play.
So that our sons see that we are people.
Saying yes may not be easy at first. It might be really uncomfortable, in fact.
It’s worth it though. I promise, it’s worth it.
Author’s Note: If you read this piece I encourage you to check out some of my more recent posts (which I am in the process of editing for readability). This piece was written as I was coming out of a mental breakdown and really, truly finding myself for the first time ever. Life has gotten so beautiful since then and I hope some of the tools and insights I share will be helpful to you.