Social media has given us this idea that we should all have a posse of friends when in reality, if we have one or two really good friends, we are lucky.
I spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability limited the fullness of those important experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and creativity to name a few.
I can encourage my daughter to love her body, but what really matters are the observations she makes about my relationship with my own body.
What's the greater risk? Letting go of what people think - or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am?
James Bryant Conant