Body image, vulnerability, and shame
Most fun I’ve ever had showering in front of a woman half my age: none. Awkward experience, but Mary Beth was a pro. I got my A in self-care. I was like “Seriously? You’re going to stand here while I shower? So you want the full monty?”
Funny how the body connects to the soul. In better days: Behold me! I am the god of sex, and thunder, and rock and roll!” Today: Please avert your eyes. I am weak and broken. If you must look, look with compassion, but not pity.”
Thankful today for a good woman, where I’ve never had to be ashamed of who I am physically, emotionally, spiritually, or otherwise, even as my vulnerabilities become more glaring.