All The Love

All the love I have in me is stored in my stomach. Where else could it be? When I was young, love was translated to food in general and sweets especially. When I was happy, I ate. When I was sad or angry, I ate too. My mother used to cook and bake all the time and each one of us had their favorites on special occasions or at hard times. I try to avoid this with my children, but it's so hard! Such a long hard battle to make a change in my automatic believe and emotion! Trying to re-frame and change my attitude toward my stomach, one story of my children comes to mind: My second born (18 now) got into this world by Cesarean section. As a child he used to pet the scar in my belly and repeat the sentence he has heard many times before "This is a sign of being born with love". Learning to accept myself, inside and out, scars and scratches too, being able to feel love and compassion to myself (and not only to others), enabled me to store pure love instead of food. I consider this as magic!