I abandoned my body, I called it ugly, I cursed it’s shape. From the length of my toes to size of my nose, I believed I was unworthy. Not just in my looks, but straight to my core, I believed I was broken and my family deserved more. I was raised to believe my body was evil, and showing shoulders made me a temptress, and that any self-exploration would be walking myself straight to the devil’s door. What I had yet to learn was that my body was a gift, that every breath, every goosebump was my anchor to the Universe. Every day wiser, I learn, my body is a tool to navigating life, to knowing I’m on the correct path, and tethered to each moment.