Size, Fitness, and Sighs...Oh My
Think bigger than a smaller pair of pants. (Christine d’Ercole) I was struck by this catchy aphorism this week, purchasing my first pair of jeans in a very long while. For the last, oh, I don’t know, 5-7 years, I have consciously chosen what I call “womb-friendly” pants. I’ve spent most of my life trying to hide my abdomen, out of touch with how amazing a womb is , then I learned the power hidden there for my own groundedness, self-cherishing. So finding “womb-friendly” clothes was a step in honoring the comfort of my body and prioritizing that instead of trying to minimize or hide. I still catch myself hiding my middle, of course. Decades of habit. But I’ve relished the blood-mysteries my body participated in for decades, even as I now relish the beyond of those specific mysteries. Going on a “women’s fast” mountain listening journey soon, I realized I don’t have any jeans. At all. I’ve worn capris or black/colored leggings for so long, jeans were unnecessary. Hoping for “wom...