being still. Being at peace. She's listening when you hop on those scales and make yourself wrong for the numbers you see there. She's listening when you starve yourself . Or stuff yourself. As reward or punishment for the numbers you see there too. Shes listening when you "just cant be bothered" taking care of her. She's listening when you look in the mirror and think oh shit I look horrible, look at those wrinkles. Look at that butt, I am never gonna be the shape I was before I had those kids. She listening when you wish away how you look right now: for the way you looked way back when or how you wish you would look in the future. And this, this makes her feel sad. And dejected. And neglected. And like all those things we believe about ourselves and about our lives, whatever you are telling your gorgeous wild untamed creature {your amazing body that carries you through every day, that beats your beautiful heart and breathes life-giving oxygen into each and every one of your cells} she hears and she wraps it all up inside her. Stores away what you think of her, locks it away in every single nook and cranny of you. And these thoughts, these beliefs, this relationship with yourself + your body, they colour every single interaction in your life. They leak into every conversation, every decision, every moment. They are (conscious or not) always there under the surface: your positive