I am a very engaged and direct person, but there has consistently been one area of my life that I have been detached–my body, especially my reproductive system. It’s hard to write about it, talk about and even think about it. For me, my detachment didn’t result in a lack of practical care; I take good care of my body, exercise and eat well. It’s more that my detachment from my body was a lack of affection and attachment to it. It’s that even while I make a lot of effort to take care of it, my body has never felt like it was mine.
When I started to write this article I went in search of one I wrote shortly after my second son was born. In the article I wrote about my changing body and how I remembered a surge of resistance to my own aging when I was only 29. Still so young and already fighting my inevitable accumulation of years. It’s sad to me that I felt this need to fight it. I am a lover of what is natural. Yet, when I turned 30, I mourned the young glowing skin that I never had be…