It's hot. The curtains are drawn to let in at least a little less heat. But the light is so beautiful.
I love summer, I love the sun and water, I love the scent when the sun rays lean against the conifers and the mown grass. When in the evening the water is warmed up after a whole sweltering day and is only slightly cooler than the air, and the yellow dry grass suffering from drought smells like hay. Well, it would smell nice in the morning too, green, lush and dewy, but that's not what I notice around me right now.
I'm happy and I'm grateful that I can enjoy summer within my possibilities the way I want and need — meaning by the water, in a swimsuit that is neither one-color nor one-piece. When I see what's happening on some social networks, I think about how content my life is when I don't have to participate from any side in the negative commenting on anyone's body. Each of us knows the history of our own body and its health condition best, and if we need a little "scare", we can just go to the doctor occasionally. 😁 The fact that our physical form has a certain shape and appearance right now doesn't mean it will have it forever plus a week. We don't know what can happen, what can shake us so much that we start rapidly losing weight, gaining weight, losing hair, what will give us wrinkles. They can even be wrinkles from laughter, and through inner contentment we can move closer to balance. Everything is a process. Our soul needs a body to experience life on this planet. Even bodily changes can be fundamental for spiritual development.
It saddens me that there are people who won't undress into a swimsuit because they're too ashamed. It's not just a women's issue, even though it's talked about much more in that context. It saddens me that there are people who have nothing better to do than constantly criticize someone based on what they see, without any interest in understanding why something looks the way it does. And it can be the family we came from, for whom we have always and forever been the imperfect ones, the failed ones, the first or otherwise "deformed" pancakes.
I enjoy that here we can show ourselves as we are. Even with over/underweight, stretch marks, scars and asymmetrical breasts. ❤️