Waiting for a Friend

I’m finally ready to be friends with my body.  We don’t always see eye to eye, but without each other, we aren’t going to get very far.  I have abused my body and refused to listen to its calls for help, but it is still willing to be my friend.  My body, when cherished and nurtured is my best friend, and I look forward to watching this friendship grow.


Author: Undeniably Sara

Abuse is an unfortunate reality in this world and is more than physical assault. The invisible trauma we suffer can result in chronic illness, which is a relentless beast gnawing away at the soundness of mind. Education and support from others are vital in the healing journey.

15 thoughts on “Waiting for a Friend”

  1. This is actually great for people who are trying to lose weight. I lost a ton of weight over the spring/summer last year (2017). Then my husband and I were blessed with a baby girl (due March 8th). My body changing from this pregnancy has got me down. It made me smile to read this. Thank you. I know once I have the baby I will work hard again and get the weight off.

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  2. My body and I tolerate each other. lol. I have no love of my appearance and all the health issues, but I have to take care of this meatsuit I inhabit. I have gotten better at being mindful of the needs of my body and doing what I can for it.

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  3. 👋 hi 💕
    What are you planning on doing?
    I’ve had 5 kids and found something I love, but I don’t want to sound like I’m a representative because I’m not. I even have abs. I will always have a tummy thing after 3 c-sections, but my core is great.

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    1. I am slowly encorporating exercise into my day until it becomes a habit. Right now, that is spending time on the dusty eliptical in my basement. When it warms up I’ll head outside with the dog, but I have a lingering knee injury – so I’m somewhat limited & scared of slipping on the ice.

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  4. I had the Gastric Sleeve recently, and I’m now starting to have a better relationship with my body. It’s important to have a good and strong temple, yet it’s usually the thing that gets the most abuse. Food was my drug, and escape from everything, and I was on my way to killing myself because of it. That’s the way I would cope with the mental abuse from toxic relationships from my pasts. Love yourself, because often times that’s the only way any of use survive.

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