It’s a new year and you may notice a few changes in Wild Cozy Truth, including a new intro and a new way of titling each episode. Let me know what you think!
We begin today’s podcast with an essay about body image, celebrating the coexistence of strength and elegance within every woman. Then I chat with our first guest of 2018, Emily Sigrist, host of the podcast Queer and Now. Emily graciously answers my ignorant and heteronormative questions like, “Why do you use the term ‘queer?’” and “How do you flirt with other women?” She also tells us about coming out to her family and how she met her current partner. I absolutely loved chatting with Emily and that’s definitely apparent in this interview.
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Strength and Elegance
My curves are a testament to my womanhood, echoing the bodies of goddesses who ruled before me. Under my curves are muscles — tissues that tear and rebuild in an endless cycle to show me how capable my body is.
Strength and elegance — two words that describe all women. Our soft feminine power is not overt — you can’t always see it on our bodies. My body is not a reflection of my worth or my strength. To the untrained eye, my softness renders my strength illegible. But I know. Women know the strength that courses underneath our skin.
Soft is not the opposite of strong. My softness does not diminish my strength. Those two traits coexist within me, in a symbiotic relationship, bringing out the best in one another.
I haven’t always loved my softness. Even after all the soul searching, the personal healing, and therapy, there are still some days I just wish I were thinner. If I could just get rid of this tummy. Then what?
I see photos of myself as a teenager and which I could have that body back. But that body was insecure. It wasn’t hers. That girl didn’t know how to trust herself.
My curves, though lambasted by the media for being too much or not the “right” kind, are the badges of victories won as a woman in this world.
I am no longer a child — why do I want to look like one?
So in those moments of self-loathing, I put in the active work it takes to love myself. I admire my laugh lines, smile in the mirror, flex my favorite muscles, touch my full breasts, and remind myself that this is exactly who I am meant to be in this moment.
I trust my body, its strength, its grace, no matter what it looks like.
And I vow to treat it well.
Because in its elegance is its power. And you’d be wrong to underestimate that.