I could ignore it, which I did temporarily through irresponsible and reckless behavior.
I could crumble and complain and see my existence as being doomed, which I also did and sometimes still even do from time to time.
You feel it constantly failing you every day, making it impossible to do things you used to do so easily – make your bed, take out the trash, clean your dishes, transition into Downward Dog.
The lack of mobility can lead to viewing your body in a not-so-positive light.
I can look at my thighs and love them because they keep me standing strong (on most days).
Before chronic pain invaded my life and my body, I was incredibly active.
In high school, I played volleyball, and while in college I started working out regularly with a personal trainer. I spent at least four days in the studio, sweating and breathing and getting in tune with my body.
As a former photographer and as a lover of vintage styles, I was always attracted to pinup and boudoir art.
I never delved into it personally due to my body image issues, but as my pain escalated and as my acceptance of it came to light, I decided to embark on this journey to not only challenge myself, but also to truly see my body as beautiful and worthy and strong again.