My body is not a challenge. It is a thing to be loved, honored and valued. When we view our bodies from this perspective, it becomes a thing we want to maintain or improve. It’s saying: I am not a thing that needs to be fixed.
It’s difficult to shake the association between happiness and people, places, things and events. Adolescence is filled with milestones that typically hold joy and we become spoiled by the newness. Drivers licenses, first loves, eighteenth birthdays and graduations kept us anxious for the next big moment. We’re always looking forward to tomorrow.
I think of the women crossing the transatlantic, the women praying over her children at night, the black body holding her youth, the black woman’s body holding itself; finding voice and dance, and asanas and prayer as deliverance. The black woman’s body forgetting the world’s fetishism and becoming wholly in love with itself. Oh, the Black Body, the black woman’s body is a steeple, we glorify.