The Sacred Body

What do you look like? Do you find what you look like to be more important than who you are becoming? The questioning of shallow exclusion or subtraction of people that don’t fit our little molds. What I or anyone else looks like is not a qualifier for participation in celebrating life and being. Men in particular, we are not all chiseled athletes or conditioned to machismo ways. If we don’t fit these Barbi-esque molds it does not mean we are any less of a person or should be given any less value.

“Who am I?” A question central enough to humanity that it has an entire discipline dedicated to it. You can even earn a PhD as you journey to answer it. Who are you today and tomorrow? How will you define your being? What will you place value in? It is a time of recognizing all the intersections of identity. Who are you?

In thinking and exploring these kinds of diving questions, I feel that the answer can often be boiled down to the word, “sacred.”

But maybe it’s all just a little rock-n-roll, and shoving some alternative realities in the face of masked beauty standards.