I want to be opening the hard conversations now, while we still think we’re just young enough that all of this is just plain silly, because hey, guys? It isn’t silly, not really. We only get so many days.
All of my doctors assure me that the weight loss will slow down eventually, and then I can begin to settle into my new body. I have an irrational fear that they are wrong -- that this weight loss will never, ever end, that I will shrink away into nothingness and disappear.
If you had told my needle-phobic childhood self that I’d ever be begging complete strangers for a box of shots so I could inject myself at home I would never have believed it, but that was my life for months.
Going to bed that night, I decided I wanted to make certain that my daughter knew that no matter what happened between us -- no matter what she said -- that our relationship could not be so easily shattered.
There is still too little room for the disabled or less-than-perfect in the yoga community. We talk about bodies and acceptance, but what we are usually talking about is healthy bodies -- or bodies that can be turned into healthy bodies.