I’ve been experiencing a little blogging bewilderment lately. Sometimes my thoughts spill out of me in currents splashing on the page looking for a place to land. I write in notebooks. I write on the computer. I write on little pieces of paper that eventually find their way into a pile, a box, or an envelope waiting to be crafted into a blog post, a journal entree, a teleclass, a talk.
But much of my writing these past two months has been falling into the “untold stories” pile. That’s where I grapple with the darker side of my psyche and soul. That’s where I process the grief I hold as I watch my father struggle to keep his balance or get up out of his chair for a meal. That’s where I process the sadness that consumes me when I look at a client, a beautiful young woman who cannot see her own beauty, only the “number” on a scale or the protrusion of her belly. No matter how hard we work on the nourishment piece, embracing our bodies and DELIGHTING in the transformation in our skin when we begin to nourish it from the inside out, we always come back to . . .
I thought about taking a little writer’s hiatus. Perhaps I could just go back to my weekly newsletter for a while and talk about the carotenoids in carrots. Yes, that’s safe. Everyone likes a good carrot ginger soup recipe. I thought perhaps I could buy a little time while I crafted the next approach I could take in guiding some of these women into a more nourishing, compassionate place around food and their bodies.
And then this video landed on my facebook page. It reminded me why I do this work. It reminded me that I can show women how to make green smoothies, juice kale, prepare an elegantly easy meal, maybe even SIT DOWN at the table and enjoy that meal with their families
BUT THERE IS A MUCH LARGER ISSUE AT HAND HERE.
There are photographs everywhere, ads depicting images that no healthy woman or girl should aspire to. And there are times I feel woefully ill-equipped to make a difference when these industries are so powerfully built to woo us into the seduction of “skinny”.
Skinny jeans, skinny love, skinny girl margaritas, Skinny Bitch. How about if we take the positive charge out of the word “skinny” and really expose that word for what it is? What if the cultural message we promote is NOT skinny. How about healthy, robust, strong . . . Will you help me brainstorm a list of life-giving words?
So here is what I need from you. I want to capture the “untold” stories. I want to illuminate the struggles and encapsulate them in a form that speaks volumes. Will you help me? Will you share with me YOUR STORY? Our stories need to be voiced. They may flow through you or with you in words or in print, in poetry or in prose. I would like to bring these stories to light, to GIVE VOICE to the WOMANgirlCHILD in us who needs to be heard. They can be stories of hope. They can be stories of despair. Together we’ll decide where they will live and in what form.
Begin with this video. Tell me what it evokes in you? Anger? Fear? Shame?
Then, SHARE THIS POST. Share the video. Bring the conversation to light. Perhaps we’ll write a new script. For ourselves. For our girls.
Leave a message here. Tell me what came up for you when you viewed the video. Send me a personal message if you want to share a deeper story. I will hold those stories in a very sacred place.
And finally, head over to Medicinal Marzipan to see how you can participate in …