My body is where I live,
It’s who I am, it carries me and is me.
These hands held my husbands on the day we met, the day we married and thousands of times since.
My body was home to my children before they were born and nourished them after.
My arms held them as babes and hold them still when they stumble and fall.
My legs have carried me through good times and bad though they nearly buckled under me during the worst of times.
My feet put one step in front of each other during these times forever moving forward. Even if it is just a step.
I exercise for love, love of who I am, who I was and who I will be.
I love my body and all it has done for me.
I exercise not to change, not to control or fit another’s ideal but to be more of who I already am.
My body is not a fashion accessory.