What does self-compassion look like in your life?
I’ve spent years deeply uncomfortable in my skin.
Wanting to disappear.
Last night, a wave of anxiety hit me as it often does when the world gets quiet.
In tune with my body for a brief moment, my heart ached.
Why?
I envisioned that moment when we ponder what we would regret on our deathbeds.
And I saw the years many of us spend hating our bodies.
Our glorious bodies that make being present in this world …