07/27/2026
Lately, I’ve been taking back control of my health. (Thank God for muscle memory! )
And somewhere between making better choices and moving my body, I thought about a project I had the privilege of participating in years ago for breast cancer awareness.
I was amongst women who had survived breast cancer.
I remember watching them.Really watching them.
These women had been through treatments, uncertainty, changes to their bodies, fear, exhaustion, and moments that forced them to confront life in ways most of us hope we never have to.
Yet there they were.
Showing up.
Laughing.
Getting dressed up.
Enjoying the moment.
Allowing themselves to feel beautiful.
Taking up space.
And living.
That experience humbled me then. It humbles me even more today.
Watching those women taught me something about resilience that I didn’t fully understand at the time.
Resilience can look like laughter after a season that gave you plenty of reasons to cry.
It can look like reconnecting with a body that has carried you through something difficult.
It can look like letting yourself feel beautiful again.💅🏿
It can look like deciding that life still deserves your participation.
Perhaps one of the biggest lessons they left me with was this: Your body deserves a relationship with you while you’re busy living your life.
I’ve spent years asking my body to keep up with my ambitions, my responsibilities, my stress, my schedule, my plans, and probably a few questionable decisions.
Now I’m learning to give something back.
Attention.
Movement.
Rest.
Nourishment.
Care.
And yes, more water. Apparently coffee has been denied the position of Chief Hydration Officer.
Taking control of my health has made me deeply grateful for the opportunity to care for myself today.
Grateful that I get to make better choices.
Grateful that I get to become stronger again.
Grateful that I can listen more closely.
Grateful for those women I met years ago, because without knowing it, they showed me that our relationship with our bodies can carry courage, tenderness, joy, and immense gratitude.
I thought I was participating in a breast cancer project. Years later, I realize I was also witnessing a lesson in how fiercely life can be lived.
What experience from your past do you understand differently today?
Sometimes the lesson arrives long before we’re ready to recognize it.