My Body Is Soft And I Love It That Way

Because softness is exactly what the world needs more of

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I used to hate my soft stomach, my flabby butt cheeks, and the cellulite on my thighs. I used to cut down as much as possible on fatty foods and I worked my ass off doing sit ups, push ups, and all kinds of exercises that I didn’t enjoy at all.

But very slowly, my beliefs started changing.

Nowadays, I am more and more certain that my body is a merely a vehicle for my human experience in this world. Yes, feeling beautiful makes that experience more fulfilling, but this does not require my abs to be defined and my thighs to be hard as a rock.

Actually, I realize more and more how much I would dislike that idea, because my body would be the exact opposite of my soul.

I am not a hard person. I don’t thrive when I hustle and fight for ever-increasing productivity. I prefer compassionate, kind language, rather than severe or dry words — you’ll find me much more open to listen that way, as well as to speak that way.

I prefer long walks and gentle stretching over radical sports and running marathons. I prefer a great book and early bed over a crazy night out at the club, and I prefer gentle, sweet love making over wild sexual fantasies.