Making Friends With This Body

My body and I are on speaking terms again. After years of anger and silence, we’re re-learning how to be together. It is a truce of sorts.

We started out the best of friends. When I was little, I liked to make it run in my navy blue Nikes with the white swoosh that made me feel so fast. We rode bikes and caught silver wriggling fish. It felt good in the sunshine and so excited in the rain.

It was me and I was it. Strong and fun and wonderful.

But then, the betrayals. I guess you could say my body broke my heart one too many times. So we stopped being friends. And even though I didn’t start it, I finished it.

We are both to blame.

The first betrayal was when I was a young girl and my babysitter touched my body. He was curious. I was terrified. Not only by the boy, but by the police who interviewed me, the therapist(s) who made me talk about it, and the other boys who came after him, all wanting to touch my body.

I learned a deep lesson that I still carry today. Girl bodies are not safe. Girl bodies are not strong. They make you vulnerable to very, very bad things.

Then I went through puberty, and the hair and the blood and the pain that came with it felt more like a disease than a rights of passage. Parts of my body that made me uncomfortable defined me. My body was no longer fun. It was scary.

The final betrayal started soon after and continues, some 30 years later. My body is not perfect. And it stubbornly refuses to be perfect no matter what.

In high school, I carried my tiny breasts into Victoria’s Secret, hopeful that somewhere among the lacy gorgeousness, I’d find a way to make them bigger. But the sales lady said, “I’m sorry, we don’t make bras in your size.”

My mother tried to help. She introduced me to padded bras, searched for inserts made of silicone and water for a “natural look.” If we’d had the money, she might even have paid for surgery. (I am grateful we didn’t have the money.)

As if that weren’t enough, my body refused to be lithe and thin. So I learned a new trick. I stopped eating. And when that failed, I stuck a pencil down my throat until I gagged, flushing it all down the toilet.

Even though it was painful and scary, it was less painful and scary than being fat in a world that only loves thin. Because the opposite of love is hate, and I didn’t want the world to hate my body.

Then, endometriosis. Surgery after surgery. Harrowing pregnancies. Lost babies. Miracle babies. More surgeries. So many, I actually don’t remember how many. My body wasn’t wonderful. It was a battlefield.

And yet.

And yet, I started to remember that little girl body, the one before the betrayals. The one that could run so fast, feel good in the sun and excited in the rain.

Because I have a daughter and she is nine, around the age when this all started for me.

I see her brown legs running, small versions of my own. As she giggles in the rain, I take a chance and step out into it, too. It is cold and gentle.

Through her, I am making friends with this body again.

It’s been awkward and scary at times, this re-learning. Painful for sure. When she asks if she looks fat, I recoil and sink inside myself. But then we stand together in the mirror, looking at our bodies.

I reassure her, and myself, that our bodies are beautiful.

When she is too nervous to ride her bike or touch the silver wriggling fish that she caught, I encourage her.

I tell her, and myself, not to be scared.

And when she asks questions about how her body will one day make babies, asks where exactly that baby will come forth from her body, I explain to her, “Oh my dear, this is the very best part.”

Because her body will make another body, and it will be strong and fun and wonderful.

And maybe, if she is very lucky like me, it will teach her something she forgot long ago.


173 thoughts on “Making Friends With This Body

  1. Alison and Don says:

    I cannot thank you enough for this. It struck such a deep chord for me, and led to some much needed healing. I remembered the exact time I turned away from my body, the moment I lost my innocent and joyous view of it. I’d previously been aware of that moment, could see it in my minds eye, but suddenly I was thrust into the heart-breaking, gut-wrenching truth of it – that in that moment, at fourteen years old, I’d rejected my body as unacceptable, and had unconsciously been rejecting it ever since. Ah, the things we do to ourselves because of what others (or society at large) tell us. I too am finally discovering a way to love and appreciate my body exactly as it is. I’m 66 years old. It’s been a long journey. Thank you for an important nudge along the way.

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    • AKO Collective says:

      Wow – I am so so grateful you shared your story with me. I sometimes wonder if it’s worthwhile to put all of this out there, and then I get comments like this and think, for this alone, it was worth it. Thank you. And love to you on your journey.

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      • Alison and Don says:

        Oh yes, it was so worth it. Thank you!
        I do the same – publish deeply self-revealing stuff on my blog, usually with some trepidation, only to find there are some people that it really resonates for. And love back to you on your journey. It must be so lovely for you and your daughter to discover things together.

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  2. janetkitchell says:

    A harrowing story wonderfully told. Your daughter is lucky to have you to guide her through the vagaries of being female and I’m sure will grow into a strong, beautiful, confident and loved woman well done for being so brave.

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  3. ashee says:

    This is beautiful. While reading this I realised how I may be lucky with body that I have (even though I am not so happy, but I’m fighting against that “insecure” side of me). Well done on this post, I really don’t have anything else to say but thank you for sharing this because it might help some people, letting them know that they are not alone.

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  4. He Calls Me Mom says:

    I absolutely loved this! Omg! While I cannot relate to being violated it is something that as a mother I am concerned about for my daughter. But I can relate to the struggles with body image itself. Especially where you say you reassure yourself and your daughter at the same time because I do the same. It is such a battle for girls. And women to see their beauty in a world that says you have to be perfect. This really blessed me! Thank you! Following!

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  5. Ingoodcompany says:

    There are so many things related to being friends with your body again. We decide, no matter what has happened or who has done what, that we are going to be confident and that we are going to make a difference. We are who we are and there’s nothing anybody can do about it. We will not listen to these people who have nothing better to do than to treat us like garbage. We will fight and we will stand up for ourselves. Make the decision to love who you are, no matter what you’ve been through. You are perfect. You are confident.

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  6. beccaswordbeat says:

    This is beautiful. I do a lot of writing on body image and health/wellness. It is so freeing and therapeutic to have writing to go to with something like this. I love this piece and how happy you and your daughter look together in that picture.

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  7. @fromvermiliontoviolet says:

    Thank you for sharing your feelings and story. It is when I read testimony from people like you, who once had a relationship with their bodies like the one I struggle with now, that I begin to believe, slowly but surely, that acceptance and moving forward is possible.

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    • AKO Collective says:

      Thank you for your comment. I didn’t really get there until I had children. Pregnancy showed me the inherent wonder of what my body could do. And then my focus was so much on my children, on their little bodies and wellbeing, that I lost focus on my own. They have been a gift of perspective.

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  8. Hemangini says:

    Such a wonderful piece about body image and the struggles that come with it. I wish everyone accepted themselves for who/what they are and worked to better it by natural means. Fat/thin/ugly etc norms of society sucks.:/ I am glad you found your happiness with the two little girls… You are beautiful.

    Have a wonderful day🙂

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  9. Sandra says:

    Reading this post made me feel so happy for you! So glad you have found your way to accepting yourself wholly as I know it is no easy task for anyone and can take more or less of a lifetime to do. You’re definitely brave, powerful and most of all, beautiful.

    💕 from

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  10. OaktownVibes says:

    This was absolutely amazing. I was able to some what put myself in your shoes with how you managed to make every word ooze with emotion. Of course I’m not a woman and I could never relate to how it feels to go through what you went through but I’m very close with my mother who shared with me her horror stories of how she learned to accept her body as she was growing up. This transparency is everything and I just want to thank you for opening up and sharing this. Peace and love to you.

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