Body positivity is an inside job -- but having a partner who appreciates your body as it is can be a huge gamechanger.
The six-time Olympic gymnastics medalist opens up about self-esteem, bad body-image days and the truth about happy Instagram posts.
When I first met my boyfriend, I refused to take off my shoes or socks and he would question it. When I finally exposed them, he didn't seem to care. In fact, he told me he liked my feet. So, it goes to show you that someone will accept you for you no matter what you look like.
Several years ago, my husband and I threw ourselves a party. We had spent a good portion of our married life building our dream house, and we wanted to share it with everyone we ever met. So we dragged out our old wedding invitation list, added it to our Christmas card list, and had a huge summer picnic.
I will not worry about what sounds emanate from me in the ladies' room. Everyone knows what I am doing in there. I will not wait until the person in the next stall leaves. I have business to do, and I'm DOING it. I may make a little noise.
I happened to go to Kochi because I allowed myself to devote some time to idle travel. Not everyone is privileged enough to do this -- I am aware of that -- but for this blog, it is worth going a bit deeper.
We have this conundrum of who has a soul and who goes to heaven because the basic premise on the question is rather absurd. The concept of a soul is fatally flawed, just as is the idea of dualism.
A listener, a helper, an empathic and caring friend, always available for us, a smile on our everyday life, a huge smile hiding a deep sadness. That no one could help.
My son is becoming more of a person everyday, and the butt-scratching freedom of toddlerhood is disappearing. I mourn for it a bit because I know he'll never be that unselfconscious again. And that means he is growing up.