All 10 fingers 👐🏼
I đi a thing today. 👧🏻
I healed a part of my inner child who never fully got to experience the sensory development because I was forced to color within the lines and to grow up too early. I was always taught that a lady should never be messy when she eats. Even when I was at a super young age, an age where toddlers and kids ARE supposed to be messy because they’re still developing and fine tuning their sensory cortex and fine motor skills.
There was always that expectation of me behaving like an adult, when I couldn’t even list all parts of my body yet. “Act your age” was never applied to me when I was younger, because I was not allowed to be my age: a kid.
So today, I drove myself to a fast food restaurant and ordered something off the menu where I knew I would enjoy, and I allowed myself to experience what I had missed out. I allowed myself to be messy when I ate. I allowed myself to color outside of the lines.
All ten of my fingers were involved, and it felt great to be so connected to the food through my bodily senses. It felt humbling to be my own witness as I held the floor for me. There was a sense liberation and embodiment through this. Got sauce on my fingers/hands? It’s okay. It’s safe to do so. I can wipe it off later. I’m not a bad person just because I have sauce on my hands. Mistakes happen, and it is totally a-okay.
I smiled through it all, and at the end of it, I congratulated my inner child for being herself, for embodying her age, and to simply BE. It’s a lot of love, compassion, and grace that shed through in that moment, for the person that I was to the person that I am. 💞
