If Your Body Were a Temple

Let's use our imagination and ask ourselves the question, not with judgment but with love and curiosity. Connecting with our senses, with wide, open eyes and soft hands.

If your body were honored as a temple… how would you care for her daily?

Would you wake each morning and bow to her breath?

Would you touch your skin with devotion, care, and love?

Would you nourish her not to change her, but to thank her?

Would you whisper prayers into her tired muscles, reminding her:

"You are safe. You are worthy. You are sacred."

Would you give her rest, not as a reward, but as a right?

Would you allow her to dance, not for approval, but for joy?

Would you let her be seen, not because she is flawless, but because she is free?

We have been taught that our body is a project.

Something to fix, shrink, decorate, hide.

We inherited silent agreements that say:

"Your body is only worthy if it looks a certain way…"

"Your worth is measured in productivity, not presence."

"Your softness is weakness."

Toltec wisdom shares a different truth.

A truth older than shame.

Older than the mirror.

A truth louder than the silence we have made to carry.

Older than the parasite that tries to measure beauty in inches and worth in effort.

You do not have to earn your sacredness.

You were born with it.

You are sacred because you exist.

Because Life was breathed into you, and that is enough.

Let this be the new agreement:

My body is my temple.

My body is my altar.

My body is my home.

And I vow to treat her as such.

Choose a moment today. Perhaps right after reading this.

Place your hands over your heart. Close your eyes.

Inhale slowly… exhale even slower.

Now, speak to your body softly:

Thank you for carrying me.

Thank you for being my home.

You are sacred. I see you. I honor you.

Let your breath be your incense.

Let your touch be your offering.

Let your presence be the prayer.

❤️‍🔥