For a really really long time, my panniculus has been the part of my body I hate the most. I don't mind the flabby bit of untoned muscle under my arm. I don't mind the rounded curves of my breasts or ass or the extra softness of my face. But for as long as I can consciously remember I've hated the flap of belly fat that hangs off me.
Today, in yoga, I figured out how to work with it. How to move it around and how to claim it as a part of my body that is actually part of the body I'm living in and working with.
It's a body part that no one ever touches. Ever. I try not to touch it if I can avoid it. But it's there, and even if I got tiny-which isn't likely to happen without surgery (which I'm not happening) it's always going to be there. So I may as well work on having it be part of me.
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