There are things inside me that I had been wanting to experience, but couldn’t touch. It wasn’t just a matter of desiring to do something, but the desire to desire anything at all. I was lost in a down spin of depression and inaction. Layers wrapped all about my skin, I couldn’t feel. And so, I took to eating to capture a feeling, to fill a void and, at the same time, to avoid feeling. I would come home from work or yoga or an outing, curl up on the couch and just eat constantly until bed time while the TV flashed before my eyes.
Then, one day about a month ago, I took my clothes off. Not only did I feel air in the most private of places, I noticed it on my belly and chest, air caressing me, massaging my skin.
With that, rather than sitting…
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