I mean that in the nicest, most encouraging way possible.
This body that you’re housed in, this skin that you wear, these bones that hold you, these muscles that move you – this is all you’ve got right now. Whatever shape it’s in, it’s yours.
I don’t care what color your skin is or what kind of scars or blemishes decorate it.
And I don’t care if you’re a man, or a woman, or an intersex individual, or something entirely different.
This is your skin. It has nerve endings. Especially in certain places.
Sex – physical pleasure, lust, satiation – is glorious. It is sacred. Even asexual people can revel in pleasurable touch, though it may not be erogenous to them. That’s okay.
Forget the preconceptions of your appearance and your sexual attractiveness. Forget the media’s sullying of sexuality. Shuck your self-consciousness and your shame right along with your clothes.
Go fuck yourself. And enjoy the ever-loving hell out of it.
When you’re physically hungry, eat.
When you’re full, stop eating.
When you’re not okay with how you feel after you eat, eat different things.
When you’re sleepy, rest or move.
When you’re tired, sleep.
When you’re energetic, move.
When you’re hurting, stop and seek comfort.
When you’re stiff, stretch gently.
When you’re sick, feed your body nutrients and rest.
When you’re thirsty, drink water.
At all times, listen. Be mindful.
Your body knows what it wants and needs.
It’s your job, as its consciousness, to fulfill those wants and needs.