I’ve reached that stage of life where my body makes more noise than my car. There’s a distinct crunch when I stand up, a rhythmic thump when I walk up the stairs, and a general soundtrack of sighs that seems to accompany every transition from “sitting” to “not sitting.”
If you’re reading this, you might be in a similar boat. Or perhaps you’re in a similar ocean liner. I am north of sixty and tipping the scales at well over 200 pounds. According to the glossy magazines at the grocery store checkout, I am a walking “before” picture. According to the medical charts, I am a collection of alarming adjectives.
But according to the Goddess? I am a masterpiece in progress. And so are you.
Living in an aging, plus-sized body is a unique spiritual curriculum. It’s a path that requires equal parts humor, practicality, and a radical kind of self-devotion that young, thin versions of us couldn’t even fathom.
To read the full article, including the fancy adventures of me falling on my ass and getting interviewed by the propane guy as I tried to get up, click here: https://krasbold.substack.com/p/the-soft-and-the-sage
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