Honouring The Naked Body

Two weeks ago, at my Full Moon Ceremony, I guided a group of women through a powerful practice - one that asked us to see ourselves fully, to meet our bodies exactly as they are, and to soften the relentless grip of perfectionism put on us by society.

We stood before our own reflections, not to critique or adjust, but to witness. The women were invited to take photos of their bodies - not posed, not curated, just raw and real. And from those images, we created art. Not to change, not to “improve,” but to honour.

Because how often do we truly see ourselves? Not through the lens of self-criticism, but through compassion and reverence?

So many of us have been conditioned to pick ourselves apart - to stand in front of a mirror and immediately scan for “flaws.” We tug at our skin, sigh at the softness of our bellies, analyze every perceived imperfection. We become our own worst critics, often before anyone else even has the chance to see us. I know I have done this many times.

We do this with our bodies as a whole, and we do this with the most intimate parts of ourselves - our genitals, our breasts, our stretch marks, our scars.

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