The Body

The first time I saw a therapist for mental health support, it was because I “felt like a floating head.” I didn’t understand what it meant to dissociate, and exist only in the mind. The physical body is what makes me human;

i /\m: more than skin deep.

Reconnecting to surfaced emotions, long forgotten and easily remembered when focused upon, I grappled with the ways I was taught to limit and judge the body. Instead of living in a posture of worship, expressing gratitude for this temple, I learned to dress in the shadow of shame.