30/04/2026
I love these strong, thick legs, and the feet that carry them.
I know not everyone feels connected to their legs or their feet. For some, that relationship is complicated. For some, those parts aren’t there at all, and I hold that with care.
For me, when I really sit with it, I feel overwhelmed with gratitude.
These legs have carried me through love.
Through grief.
Through abuse.
Through moments I didn’t think I’d survive.
They defended me and held me steady while I carried three babies.
They walked me through hundreds of thousands of miles, not just physically, but emotionally carrying the weight of my experiences, and often others’ too.
They didn’t give up on me. Even when I was disconnected from myself, even when I wasn’t listening, even when I was surviving rather than living - they kept moving. They kept holding me up and choosing life for me.
And that’s why I’m so fu***ng gratitude-filled.
Because these legs, these feet… they are not just parts of my body, they are witnesses, protectors and proof that I’ve made it this far. Even through chronic pain, from of my life experiences, they keep me steady and tell me when I need to rest.
Today, I honour them.
What parts of you carry your stories?