My promise to my body

How do I manage to miss my miracles?

Why do I pause my gaze on the soft flesh of my thighs, the little pocket on my belly, the widening of my hips?

How do I not see the womanhood of my ancestors reflecting back at me in the mirror?

The strength of the muscles that carry me through this life.

The magical inner workings that see my body travel through an energy cycle each month.

The sun kisses, the warmth, the curves and contours, the battle scars, the healing, the mysteries, the pleasure and joy, the creativity, the stories, the love.

I promise to cast my eyes over everything and to take it all in.

📷 by @mbrandphotography