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sunshinemiss -> RE: Start a Revolution, Love Your Body. (6/12/2011 12:57:46 AM)
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Hannah Lynn,
Although I consider myself straight now, I wouldn't say no if the right woman came along. Who am I to quibble about the gender of someone if G*d is good enough to give me love? I'm very flexible that way.
I was exclusively lesbian for about ten years (this is not a secret), and have often said that those years taught me how to be a woman. I was such a doormat before that!
Until the last year or so, I still was pretty pollyanna-ish, but now I am working hard on being more real, more authentic. To me, that means showing my tough side, disagreeing, calling people on their nonsense. I don't know that I'd be able to do that if I hadn't gone through my years of being a lesbian, breaking the rules and living outside of the "norms".
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To tie that to the thread, I'd like to add that it was during those years that I learned to love my body - the body that had been deeply harmed by men (not exclusively, but predominantly). Lesbianism taught me to accept myself. I learned to be more honest about my body, I experimented with it and found MY boundaries about it. I realized that I love to wear yummy smelling perfume and to wear lipstick - but no other make up. I learned that I like skirts but hate to wear them. I learned that I don't like high heels. I learned that shaving is nonsense. (I don't do it unless.... well... unless ... anyway...). I learned that my body is strong.
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I love love love my body - that is in flux at times, but right now, I'm looking down at my lovely pale skin - it's gorgeous. I love how my body really talks to me - I know when I'm getting sick, when I'm ovulating, when I haven't had enough sleep - all by the way I smell. I love that my body's odors are so distinct and that I can tell what's happening from them.
I love that I have a particular quirk in my body that someone else in my family also has - someone I love very much, and we are the only two that have it. I love that when I look in the mirror, my mother looks back at me. I am her child.
I love that my body can't hold joy inside and must shout it out. I love my voice - I am not a great singer, but I follow well. I can carry a tune. I love my spicy brain.
I love that since I've lost a bit of weight, my hips don't hurt anymore.
I love that I use my body for my job and for teaching words, ideas, expressions to others. I love that I can read other people's bodies (with my piercingly beautiful green eyes that turn gold some days). I love that I do yoga in my classes when my students are tired, and they are always shocked by how flexible I am.
I love that my nose is square, and I love the little bump on it from when I broke it many years ago. I love the place where I had a mole removed - knowing I did that because I wanted people to stop touching me, not because I didn't like my witch's mole.
I love that my body, despite having had many broken bones STILL gets my fool self from point a to point b without too many difficulties.
I love my lips - soft, puffy, kissable. I love how delicious I am.
best wishes,
sunshine
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