My Body, Myself Part 2

I don't feel well, possibly from lack of sleep or possibly from lack of adequate amounts of food or possibly because I'm getting sick, or possibly because I was out in the sun yesterday and the sun is not a friend of lupus, or possibly because I've played nothing but Poetry in Motion by SiR and Anderson .Paak on repeat for days and it's numbing my brain. Whatever the reason, I really don't want to write this week's newsletter. I'm going to, but just know that if it's not up to par, this is why.

In the first My Body, Myself, I was trying so hard to get to a better place with my body. I wanted to love it and I didn't know how. I wanted to be loved by it and I didn't feel that I was. I wanted other people to love it and I have never felt that anyone does. I still don't feel that anyone else does, but the thing that has changed now is that I do. I thought body neutrality was all I could hope for, but I've reached body positivity at last and it feels wonderful.