Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Reading Stephen Cope: What Are You Starved For?


There is a story that my family used to tell about me that was supposed to be funny. (How many of these do we all have?)

It goes something like this:

I was almost three years old. (Still a baby, remember.) And I was so cute, but I was also so very pudgy. Pudgy (strong) little legs and a belly that was proud of itself.

One night after dinner, we had cupcakes, and as I reached for my second, which I guess was normal, I was told no. I was now on a diet. I pouted and looked angry.

Isn't that funny?

And thus the beginning of my Love/Hate relationship with food, but more detrimentally, my Love/Hate relationship with this body.

This body that wants the second cupcake. How dare it?

This body that likes to be a bit soft. How dare it?

This body that has always been so strong and so flexible but not quite thin enough.

How dare it?

When the subject of Hungry Ghosts came up in this recent chapter of Stephen Cope's The Wisdom of Yoga, I knew we'd have a lot to talk about here on Blisschick.

Now forget that specific story of my love of cupcakes, because really, there is nothing at all wrong with that.

Move forward to my teens and to my twenties and even into my thirties...

Look at how much I hate my body. Look at how much I go up and down, chunky to too skinny, over-exercising, under eating, a little bit of vomiting here and there.

Does that sound familiar to you, at all?

What was really going on?

Only with years of yoga and journaling and praying could I come to know those cravings for what they really were, of course. It is obvious when you are outside the craving, isn't it?

I crave love and acceptance. A love and acceptance that I never received, because I simply was not enough or was too much.

At three years, I knew this. I was taught this (and yes, the lessons continued and got much more...directed).

I will always and forever struggle with my relationship to food, but thanks to yoga and journaling and prayer, I see it for what it is: a manifestation of my sadness and anger.

Here are some questions for you:

What do you regularly crave but deny yourself? This can be food, clothes, shoes, books, retreats, whatever...

Why do you deny yourself? Watch your Self: are you operating from abundance or scarcity, health or control?

What do you get from the denial? How does it make you feel? Do you feel righteous, indignant...how old do you feel?

Do you remember the first time you felt this way? Recall the circumstances and the emotions in as much detail as you can.


You might be interested in our previous conversations about body image issues.


(Image: Botticelli at the Cleveland Museum of Art) (Text Copyright: Christine C. Reed, blisschick.net, 2009)

11 comments:

svasti said...

Asking all the big questions at the moment, aren’t you? ;)

Are you ready? This is long!

Once upon a time I was a little girl of average looks and height. Then, somewhere around the age of 10-11, I grew about a foot taller than everyone else my age.

I was taller than most of the kids at school right through high school. I always hunched over, so I could try to join the conversations of my shortass fellow students.

Also, I've never been waifish of build. Athletically built, with broad shoulders, which is fine (sort of) until I put on a little weight... chunky is a word I can relate to.

At my fittest, I'm still not thin and sinewy. Imagine taking a normal sized female (is there such a thing?) and amping up the zoom proportionally. That's me.

In my formative teenage years, I had a neighbour who loved to say to me 'Great body, shame about the face'. And a brother who told me I was ugly daily. Plus a blonde beautiful best friend, one of the most popular girls in school (we'd grown up together since we were two)...

I always have this thing that I never like photos of myself when they're taken. I generally look at them and think "yuck!!". I'm critical of my body, my face, just everything about how I look.

But then, months or years later I can look at the same photos and think - that's actually an okay/nice photo of me. I can never ever see that at the time however!

I’m forever looking at other women and wishing I was a 'normal' size.
Still to this day, no matter how much yoga and meditation I've done I’m yet to find acceptance of my looks and body.

I used to get mad at women who never do a day's exercise but are naturally thin. It all seems so unfair!

What I crave and what I deny myself are the same things - yoga, spiritual practice. Things that make me feel good about me in so many ways. I love those things madly, but will put all sorts of obstacles in my way so I can't find the time.

I can't seem to break the pattern and I don’t understand why.

Oh. And it makes me feel not-entitled. Like I've always felt I guess. Not the one who is successful or achieves things. Which ties in nicely with my rejection of myself and by most of the people I grew up with.

I've just realised - this became not just a physical thing, but everything about me, really. I even remember trying out for the school hockey team and wanting to be the goal keeper because I knew it was a job most people wouldn't want. So, I thought if I went for goal keeper, at least I'd get on the team.

I think it’s still true today that I still reject myself/feel rejected by others in all kinds of ways.

At the same time I desperately want it all to change. I want to believe I deserve love and personal happiness, I want to stop giving myself the shits with my yoga practice and I want to be who I am powerfully and unapologetically.

I want to destroy all of these road blocks, but I seriously don't see how to. And it’s driving me nuts!

Thank you for this post Christine, you've given me a lot to think about once again...

Christine Claire Reed said...

Svasti, Oh, sweet, Svasti. You know that I feel for you with this. It is so difficult.

I always tell people that of all the things I have worked so hard to overcome, all the issues I have delved into and gotten back out of...it is this BODY STUFF that is the most difficult, the most persistent, the most stubborn, and on some days I think, the most permanent.

The only thing I can offer to you is this: Be MORE stubborn, more persistent, more permanent.

When you feel yourself refusing your yoga, tell yourself, NOPE, NOT ALLOWED, and DO IT ANYWAY!

Do it anyway!

My favorite mantra. And it has worked wonders for me.

I am so much more stubborn than my problems. (See me sticking out my tongue!?)

And know that all the Wild Women of the World support your stubborn, add their stubborn to yours. Feel it and believe it and act on it.

:)

Heather Plett said...

You have come to great wisdom in your life. Thank you for sharing it.

bLu eYd YoGi said...

hello gorgous!


"at ANY given moment

YOU have the POWER

to say

this is NOT

how the story is going to end."

thanks for all you do! thanks for being YOU!
LOVE.
e

City Girl said...

Wonderful post - and please stop by my blog for an award :)

tinkerbell the bipolar faery said...

1. Food
2. Control
3. Liberation ... up to a certain point going without food makes me feel quite liberated and free, in a strange way.
4. I started doing this in high school ... it just always made me feel good.

I was born with a gastric outlet obstruction and suffered for most of my childhood ... food was never my friend, always the enemy.

Sheila said...

I kind of half smiled reading your blog post today and recalling some words I wrote within a blog of my own the other day - ' I found myself (and I JUST realized today the state I'm in) hungrily desiring INTIMACY. And I'm ravenous - like I'd come off a 2 week severely restricted diet starving for a piece of cheesecake, a loaded baked potato and a medium rare 12 oz. ribeye or a roasted turkey with all the trimmings. I've bounced around through the pages of my journal - starting and stopping on this page and then another, and another, and another - not finding satisfaction.'

Funny how we equate spiritual/soul hunger with our appetite for food. I'm pleased to finally be able to articulate what I'm starved for, now it's just the matter of attaining it. In part, my 'craving' is sated by developing relationship with those who know it too. That's one of the reasons I value blogs and bloggers like yourself who are genuine and sincerely pursue what's rich and nurturing. Thanks...

Jaliya said...

Oh ... (heart feels squeezed) ... We all go through this, don't we? My first thought is, "Well, the body is the scene of the crime; no wonder we hate the body so much ... " --> Somehow I grew up believing that my body was not only the scene of another's crimes ... because my body continued to exist -- and remind me continually of those crimes -- my body became the criminal; its crime was to exist; to sense and remember and feel ...

No wonder ... no wonder ... and yet our body has sustained us through it all ... So many marvels operate through our bodies and beings ...

I am working so hard to transform body-contempt into amazement and awe and reverence ...

That *is* the essential hunger, as pivotal to survival as food, air and water ... the hunger for love ... to be bonded with at least one other, and to *sense the bond* -- to *know* it in our skin ... this is what saves us ...

nadinefawell said...

My God, how much I resonate with this. I, too, have always had body image issues. Are there women who haven't? In the last few years, though, roughly since I came to the practice of yoga as taught by Desikachar and Whitwell, they have just sort of...fallen away. I would still, theoretically, like to be thinner. But. I will eat the second cupcake. I will feed my body when it's hungry.
I know I have made progess because one of my friends said to me on Sunday that she likes hanging out with me because I am always eating. With great pleasure.
I deny myself love though. And intimacy. Have always done. Stems from childhood. I'm working on healing that. It's not that easy: for me, feeling fat is more or less a synonym for feeling unloveable. I must be too big becasue I feel undesired, unloved, etc. At least I see it now!
This is such an amazing, honest post. Thank you, Christine.

claire bangasser said...

A shower of blessings on you for this. I will journal and see where this leads me.
I feel a tension between the harshest self-condemnation and the 'knowledge' that I am 'temple of the Divine' and Godde's work of art.
I'm learning to love my body and to apologize to it for the way I have treated it these past sixty years...
Again, blessings. And thank you.
claire

Grace said...

This is still an issue for me as well, although not has bad as it was up until a few years ago when I made the decision to heal my negative body issues. My relationship to my body and food definitely follows a spiral pattern. I don't know why I fear being round so much. I'm not overweight by any means, I'm sure most people think of me as being pretty tiny (I'm about a size 2 petite, just under 5 feet), although I'm sure some fat-phopic people would consider me "skinny-fat." It's the belly that gives me the most grief, but at the same time it feels so nice to the touch. All this to say, it's something I'm still working on, and figuring out why I always turn to sugar for comfort--what is it that's missing in my life that sugar is fulfilling way too often?