I hear the sound of my heart bumping through my ears at the same pace as I feel it pulsate against the balls of my feet.
I stand there, still, free from judgment of myself as I know no one is watching.
“I am beautiful. I am smart. I am bold. I am loving. I am kind. I am caring,”
Mantras I repeat to myself as I am erectly planted with my stems to the ground.
I sway as if in a slight wind, as I feel my body shift weight to one side of my body to the other.
I love being here.
A feeling of calm engrosses me with the exhale of every breath.
If I can stand here alone free from judgment, why can’t I stand in a populated area all the same?
Why am I timid to speak up in a group but have the gusto for constant debates with myself?
Why can I dance alone in an empty yoga room but I am frozen in the presence of others?
To be free from judgment of ourselves is to be free.
To be accepting of ourselves—insecurities, thoughts, and fears—is to be free.
Do I wish to live a life of freedom and wander, or would I rather be bound by my own mind, shackled in a room which has been hoarded with insecurities, thoughts and fears blocking the door out.
What is the choice?