I’m in my 40s and you would think that I would be settling into myself at this stage in my life, especially when it comes to my physical appearance – and I think the root of it all is being able to answer for yourself: When are you good enough to be comfortable with yourself?
I’m not a fan of articles that dictate what women 50 and over should or should not wear. If you’re comfortable, then do it, wear it, and embrace it.
I remember looking at my mother’s hands and marveling at the veins that were raised up on the back of them. “I want that. I’ve got boring little patty-cakes for hands. I want my hands to have those.” I pointed to the raised veins.
I was taught to get a good education, get a good job, all while looking good, and you will be successful and happy. So that is what I did. I got married, had my daughter Alexis, bought a house and got a dog. The American dream, right?
I recognize now the importance of facing my fat, of recognizing it for what it is – the temporary state of my body, nothing more, nothing less.
Eager to please, I started dieting at age 13. I was 5’10”, only weighed 115 pounds and I thought I was dieting! Now I laugh about that, but it kicked off a decade of eating disorders and two decades of body hatred.
By removing our mental resistance we learned to open to grace and to move with that grace on and off our mats. We learned to trust ourselves.