This year Michelle urged all the original participants to post an update. I am having trouble knowing what to say.
I’m reluctant to post a full length picture of my body – not because I’m ashamed, but because it perpetuates the myth that my worth can be judged by my appearance. You’ll think I’m too fat and therefore deluded about loving how I look, or you’ll think I’m normal so you’ll scoff at my struggles with accepting my body. You’ll compare yourself to me — you’ll be bigger or smaller, a position from which one of us is deemed by society as being less beautiful.
So this is as close as I get — my heart exposed in one single moment.
This is me, four years older, wiser, happier, more loving and more loved than I was when the Exposed Movement began.
My body and I are now in a relationship, trying to find a way to live as equals and nurture each other even though the constant ache in my shoulder and the hot flushes remind me I’m not getting any younger.
My dream for the future is to be a healer, a shaman, a person who helps to put the pieces back together. The instruments of my practice are my words written on the page. I long for the day when the stories I tell help transform lives.
My heart, my life, my dreams — these three things I expose to you today.