For some time now, since I have reached maturity in my life, I have thought that the body is only a vehicle that allows us, action to achieve goals and purposes.
This body, which is often denied, complained about and desired to be changed, because of its shape, size, color, physical characteristics or abilities, we are never satisfied with it, the expectations of the beings that inhabit it, are very high.
In addition, the influence of the media, the cult of the perfect body to the ideal image, has triggered situations of inferiority and many people want to change their physical appearance to be increasingly closer to normal or beautiful. Now the question is what is normal, for you or for me?
The normal is the idea or the mental form in which they wish to be the things and ufff... as there are types of normality in the world.
All this reflection comes to me after reading the question suggested by 
For years I suffered because one part of my body was not significantly similar to the others, "normal" this made me look different, dress differently, behave differently. this small detail, guided in my life, my thoughts, my tastes, was who commanded in me and everything was not to feel different.
In childhood, I was diagnosed with scoliosis, a deviation of the spine, which I later realized was part of a family inheritance, which appears every generation in the women of the family.
However in my case, I had a pronounced curvature, which made my body look uncoordinated, twisted because the spine is the central base of the skeletal system and being altered the entire skeleton is committed in a different position than usual, likewise the internal organs that have a position within the chest, also change position or are compromised by compression of the ribs or internal imbalance.
For many years I underwent spinal straightening treatments, from a cast like a T-shirt, posture therapies, stretching exercises, traumatologists, RX, in short all in vain because my spine each time was pronounced in the curvature as the s of my last name Stekman.
I suffered and still suffer from discomfort and pain due to my posture when sitting or standing for a long time.
An operation was the only solution, an invasive operation which my parents did not wish to subject me to, leaving it to me in my adulthood to decide what to do.
My torturing thought, told me you are crooked, you can't wear dresses without cleavage, nor two-piece suits, nor do exercises, nor parachute jump, nor wear tight clothes, everyone will see you, everyone will tell you that you are weird, they will make fun of your appearance, of the way you walk.
my thoughts kept telling me, hide, don't show yourself, don't let them see you, wear baggy clothes.
those thoughts kept growing stronger and more destructive at every stage of my life. when i was older i decided to have surgery as a way to change my life. but when i found out what the operation was like, i decided to have two surgeries. -------- it would be two surgeries, one frontal and one lumbar. with a lot of recovery time------
the fear came to me......... if i had the surgery, what would change...... my whole life, my daily activities, the way i do things, the way i take care of myself, the way i take risks to reach my goals..... among other things.
without a doubt, after all this panorama, if I had the option to change something in my body, it would be my spine, it would be wonderful to see myself upright without body discomfort or tiredness.
i certainly had the opportunity to change an important part of my body, the one that gives me support and stability to my whole body. i wanted to change to put on my clothes and swimsuit. whether i had surgery or not, my body will suffer pain, i will complain from time to time or maybe more when time goes by and the years catch up with me. well no, i did not have surgery, but i did change my body.
I did change, I changed what hurt me the most, my destructive thinking, my way of seeing what was happening to me, the way I assumed what I saw in the mirror, as well as the disqualifying comments of cruel people who do not measure their gestures, looks and words.
I saw myself as I am and I accepted myself as I am, from there began to change my body, and I managed to put on my bathing suits, tight dresses, do the extreme activities that they said I could not do, in short, to change my thinking, everything else changes and becomes a totally different reality.
My spine is still crooked, that's right, but since I stopped thinking about it, and giving it power, they don't see me ugly, I don't hear comments or unpleasant gestures, I don't hide, nor do they notice it.
today i am thankful for my body, which allows me to walk, dance, climb my favorite mountain, run, among other things....
what do you think.... Do you dare to change your thoughts, so that your body changes?
