International Women’s Day
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY Y’ALL!
I like to celebrate the awesomeness that is womanhood every day. One of the ways I choose to do that is through movement. I do it through loud, brazen, happy, skippy, unapologetic movement, because I can. I strip down to my sports bra and rock a spin bike like a champ because I have the freedom to OWN that moment. I Instagram my runs because I can keep going, because a mere 48 years ago, women were literally being pushed off marathon courses.
And I do it because it’s me taking ownership of my body. If there’s one thing we must fight for as women, it’s that. Our bodies are scrutinised every second of the day. We’re expected to live within the confines of unrealistic beauty standards, made to feel ashamed or as though we should cover up if we don’t fit into them. Celebrity women endure the body shaming that is close ups of their cellulite plastered all over magazine covers, because LOOK THEY’RE NOT PERFECT!
I run because it makes me feel powerful. Every part of my body is doing something wonderful to propel me forward. So I run. I run through wolf whistles. I run through every unwelcome comment about my ass, tits and thighs. I run through leery men trying to run alongside me and chat me up (because how dare I not stop for them?).
I run because I am lucky enough to live in a place where I have the freedom to do that. I run for women who currently don’t know how empowering movement can be, but will hopefully know one day soon. I run for women who’ve been beaten down and broken, physically or mentally, by a partner, injustice or the patriarchy.
I run because I don’t particularly care if my UK size 12 body makes you uncomfortable. I don’t care if I have cellulite or love handles. I don’t care if my face is bright red and my hair is a mess. I never feel more alive than in those moments where all I can hear is my footsteps and my breath.
So if you do one thing today, love your body. Honour it with movement. Celebrate it with sweat.