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WALKING A FINE LINE by Maureen Lancaster

So much is written about embracing our bodies and our sensuality…

Yet there is no denying the fact that too many of us succumb to the perceived negative reflection staring back at us in the mirror each day; that we succumb to the pressures of society and its view of what is right and what is wrong, what is beauty and what is not.

Inspired by yet another piece of writing about one’s unhappiness with their not-so-perfect body—paired with revelations brought about by embracing the freedom found within clothing-optional resorts—I wanted to share my awakening with women still struggling with accepting their desirability and sense of self.

Walking A Fine Line…
by Maureen Lancaster

Walking a fine line
for a better cause
because sometimes
sharing what you’ve learned
is worth risking yourself…

can you take a conservatively-raised woman
and submerse her into a culture of clothing-free
freedom and see her begin to embrace her
body and her sensuality for the first time,
to really own this feeling and to want to
help others to own their bodies, just the
way they are, to own their sensuality
just the way it needs be…?

Yes, you can…

for when all around you are open and free
with their not-so-model-perfect bodies,
for when all around you are open and free
with their affection for their not-so-model-perfect partners,
for when all around you are open and free
to get to know YOU, literally naked and exposed,
you get numbed to the idea of perfection flaunted
by magazines and TV, you get numbed to the
message that without the tight buns, slim stomach
and voluptuous breasts you can give up on the idea
of being sexually attractive to a perspective mate

you then realize that you can forget all those false messages
of what makes a woman attractive, you can forget that you
didn’t like what you saw in the mirror as you started your day,
you can forget that you feel unworthy
you can forget that you are growing old
but most of all…
you can forget that you are your body
and then remember
that you are your soul…

when you let go and just let
your inhibitions flex
you will discover there is
no need to be perplexed
so damn society and its restraints,
so damn commercialism and its $$ constraints
there is so much to learn when you open your mind
beyond its traditional confines,
just damn those torpedoes and forge ahead
with the phenomenal person that you are instead,
just for once look and see who you really are aching to be
I did… and it finally set me free…

Liora K. Photography 

Maureen Lancaster: Maureen is a spiritual woman who shares her life journey through her writings. Not considering herself a formal writer or poet, she started writing as an outlet for healing and finding wholeness following widowhood with her first book, Revelations of a Singing Bowl. Currently she shares her poetry about loving relationships, both with others and with oneself, on her Facebook page, Musings of Love. Maureen, a spiritual intuitive, also shares her love of all things metaphysical on her Facebook page, High On Spirit. Finding herself continually inspired by the poetry and lessons that she sees within everyday occurrences, she hopes that her words will resonate with others who may struggle from time to time on their journey; for coming to the understanding that we are not alone was one of her most valuable lessons. Revelations of a Singing Bowl is available as a free abridged iBook.

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