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My Body is a Vessel.

Writer's picture: Maggie McgawMaggie Mcgaw

For as long as I can remember my body was praised, idealized even. It was taken advantage of by boys, and even grown men. Women seeked my body, and wished for it to be their own.

The space I was living in, my body, which was supposed to be my home…never had felt safe. 

My body was mistreated, abused, and eventually even neglected by myself. I took out my harassment from others onto my body, I took out grief onto my body…I truly believed my body was the problem and made my body the target.


Sadly, I do not remember a day that my body was not all consuming for me. My body..my one, precious vessel to live this life…was consuming me.

I constantly feared.

Fearing what others would do.

Fearing what others were thinking.

Fearing what others would say.

Fearing the moment I had to stand in front of someone.


I lived in fear…consumed by my body.


My life shifted and my mind eased when I rewired my brain to understand the simple truth that: our bodies are solely a vessel to carry us through life.

Our bodies need to be nourished, cared for, respected…AND our bodies do not need to be our life.

They can simply just be.

We do not need to change them.

We do not need to neglect them.

We do not need to abuse them.

We do not need to idealize them.


Simply, we just need them…as they are.


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