I find it interesting that the photos of me that gather the most attention are those that are taken from “unflattering” angles. I wonder if people are trying to find love for themselves when I flaunt my belly, my hips, my thighs. I wonder when I gave myself permission to do so. Years ago I would have been horrified to post a picture that had not been liquefied or narrowed. Now I am broader, and so are my horizons- my ability to see that a line is not broken because it is thicker.
One of these days I will learn to stop dressing my body like it is an apology, but right now all I know is this: I only feel beautiful when I dance. So I will dance. Unapologetically, unabashedly, until the rest of me catches up with the flight I have started.
This is beautiful.