I see you

I keep reading about the 'invisibility' of women 50+ and how this is a supposed benefit of getting older and no longer 'drawing the male gaze'. I have many opinions about this to save for another time (probably over wine somewhere. It may get a bit heated). Until then ...

I want you to know that you are so visible to me.

I see the softness of your beautiful belly, gently rising and falling as your tension seeps away.

I see the tender nape of your neck when you forward fold, exposing the milky, delicate skin.

I see the curve of your back in a child's pose, the fragile mounds of each vertebrae finding their space.

I see your jaw lose its tension, lips softening into a gentle smile.

I see the space between your eyebrows broaden, relaxing your whole face.

I see and feel your shoulders release beneath my palms.

I see the twitches in your fingers and toes as you drift away in Savasana.

I see the back of you, the front of you and the places in between.

I see you on the days when it is hard to show up. The days when you are climbing out of your skin, are as angsty as a wet cat or so sad you soak through the eye pillow - I love that you still come along.

I promise to see and hold space for you, however you are. You don't need to be perfect for me.

All you have to do is lay down and breathe.

With love,

Amanda xx