The Truth of Being: What My Body Knows

Before my mind can speak,
my body already knows.

It knows when something is off,
when I’m forcing what doesn’t fit,
when I’ve stayed too long, or left too soon.

It tightens. It aches.
It whispers, “This isn’t true for you.”

For years, I overrode that knowing.
I called it weakness. I called it drama.
I called it “not a big deal.”

But the body doesn’t lie.
It remembers every truth I tried to swallow.
And eventually, it asked to be heard.

Now, I listen.
To the quickening in my chest when I’m near something real.
To the knot in my stomach when I’m betraying myself.
To the way my shoulders drop when I finally tell the truth.

My body is not a machine to push or perfect.
It’s a compass. A barometer. A sacred archive.

It holds my boundaries. My intuition. My yes. My no.
It speaks with chills. With fatigue. With hunger. With stillness.

When I honor what my body knows,
I live more honestly.
More gently.
More in rhythm with what I actually want.

And that, more than any strategy or script,
is what brings me home to myself.

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✨ What truth is your body carrying for you today?

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