Human Vessel

Sting Ray, Mo'orea, Tahiti

This week, I had a really interesting conversation with a dear friend of mine. She had a cover up tattoo done earlier this summer, and is disappointed in the way it came out. She has chosen to have the tattoo removed, and her view on why she chose to remove the tattoo struck a chord with me. She felt no need to alter her body.

Our conversation diverged into our human vessels. We have been given a body to live in, a way for us to perform our daily routines. I am fortunate to not have physical disabilities, and I have continually been impressed with what a healthy body is capable of doing. Because I have a strong body, I feel as though it’s my responsibility to care for it. Eating well, exercising, drinking a lot of water, yoga, time in silence, and sleeping a lot has proven to be the best medicine for me.

I feel as though too many try to abide by the phrase “Look good, feel good”, when I’ve found that it’s often the reverse for me. After a week of healthful living, I feel refreshed, and rejuvenated. Because I feel good, I know that I externally will look good as well. I am also in tune with my body – I know when I need rest from exercise, I know when I need certain foods, and I know what foods to avoid because they don’t make me feel well.

I recognize that I am very young to have come to terms with what is best for my body, and at times I feel as though it can be isolating. Most of my friends drink more frequently than I enjoy, so I don’t always join when invited for a night on the town. I’ve accepted this, to be my happiest self, I don’t need to be the life of the party. I hope that because I started caring for my body so well at a young age, it will play a positive role as I grow older. Life does tend to get in the way of always being your best healthy self, but to reground myself into healthy routines always proves to help provide me with a sense of stability. I will do my best to care for the vessel I’m currently occupying.