Don't you dare believe that your body is incapable of greatness in its current shape and size.
For too many years I thought my legs were too short, too muscular. Ugly. And I thought that some day I would surely look different, and it would make me better. It's uncomfortable to admit, but for too many years of my life I wished for a different kind of body.
In a lot of ways I'm ashamed of that girl. I try to forget about those ungrateful wishes she made.
But sometimes on hikes, I remember her.
You see-- yesterday I hiked the Grand Canyon. From top to bottom to top again. After hiking the first 12 miles, you face a final 4 to climb switchbacks thousands of vertical feet to the rim. Tired but determined, dozens of other dirt-and-sweat-crusted hikers shuffled to the top as the sun began to set.
At one turn, the woman in front of me stopped to catch her breath and peer toward the top. We still had a ways to go. "This is quite the trek", she said, to nobody in particular. "It is", I found myself responding. "But how empowering is this? We get to literally pull ourselves put of a canyon." We continued on, every lift of my leg evidence that I'm capable of so much more than I know.
It was by far the most challenging day hike I've ever done (and a heck of a way to celebrate #earthday), but what at first seemed intimidating became possible, then inevitable, then done.
In the body I'm in right now.
Just as I am.
The girl wishing for different legs could never have climbed in and out of the Grand Canyon yesterday. That girl didn't believe in herself.
This one does.
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