When it Comes to Women’s Health and Wellness, Ms. Fit Editors and Contributors Lay it on the Line
For the Faith issue, we asked Ms. Fit writers and editors to share a belief they hold about feminism and women’s health, fitness, and wellness. Join the conversation: add your own belief in the comments!
The workshop flier said, “Yoga for Women”, and I thought, this workshop could go one of several ways:
· The teacher could be a tight-bodied Lululemon model in fuchsia lipstick and eyeliner, who played acid jazz and dubstep to our vinyasas. She could try to bend us into crazy positions and coach us to use our feminine Shakti to make ourselves hotter, more luscious beings (presumably in order to snag or keep some man);
· Or, she could be an “Earth Mother” with hairy legs and no sense of humor, who told us to do malasana over a mirror to look at our yonis, and who would coach us to breathe through our vaginas and smile at our uteruses.
I believe in a lot of things: the power of whiskey to cure colds, feminism, the existence of global warming, peanut butter pie. But above all I believe in Love, and in particular, self-love. Self-love can take many forms, from caring for you to the radical act of self-pleasure—or in a single word, Masturbation.
Each week at my Unitarian Universalist church, the minister shares a “Story for All Ages.” This is the time that my daughter and the other children move to the front of the Great Hall to see the pictures and I let my head drop onto my wife’s shoulder at the exhale of another long week.
A few Sundays ago, the minister told a story about a man who’d passed on from this life and was given the choice to be reincarnated as any creature he wished. He observed animals of the earth, sea and sky before his eyes lit on the humans. “I want to be that kind of creature,” he said. “They are so beautiful.”
That observation penetrated my Sunday morning sleepiness. At best, I’m inclined to think of the human animal as ridiculously adorable—more baby hedgehog than magnificent peacock. I tend toward a functional, “feed-the-machine” perspective, celebrating the corporeal capacity for doing. I practice gratitude for my body’s gifts: sensuality and sexuality, movement, strength, and power; and more than anything, the child that grew inside me. But beautiful?