Soft Soap

This evening I sat in my bathtub. And looked at my body. Naked, pure... the body that served me for so many years.

The body I tried to destroy, in many ways.
I saw an innocent body.

I looked at it withoutjudging. Without bad intentions or cursing, I looked at it. Being in thatmoment I felt at peace, I felt compassion.

I washed myself, tooksome shower gel. It smelled good, tropical. Slowly rubbing my skin, a skin withscars. Slowly disparaging in foam. White soft foam. 

I paid attention to myhand touching my body, I felt the warmth. It was comfortable, soft. Maybe Iwanted to cry but I didn't. Not thinking about all the bad feelings,situations, this body went through.

Now at this point, I accepted my body, even if it was just for one second, I truly felt my body. It was a magical moment. 

I hope I willexperience thing again someday. And maybe, maybe this – can get part of me. Thesoftness, acceptance, love and full attention for my body.

I might even tell it“thank you,” one day.

Written by ~Namastéallday~