@thetorigordon: The world taught you to see yourself in fragments. A number. A flaw. A standard you never chose but still tried to meet. Mirrors became courtrooms. You learned to flinch before you ever learned to bless. Survival whispered, shrink to stay safe. But what if the body was never a battleground? What if it has always been your sanctuary? You are not an object to manage or a project to fix. Not a before-and-after story built for someone else’s comfort. You are a living altar, sacred by design. The shape of your hips is your inheritance. The softness of your belly is your home. The stretch marks on your skin are scripture, written in the language of becoming. You are not working toward sacredness. You already are sacred. The Divine never waited for perfection. She has always been here. In the rhythm of your breath. In the ache of your spine. In the quiet warmth of your palms as you return to yourself. Shame does not belong in a place this holy. Holiness does not demand performance. Your softness is not a flaw. It is the threshold to deeper truth. The temple does not arrive with enlightenment. It begins with your breath. It begins with the way your body kneels in prayer without anyone asking. It begins with the miracle of your heart, still beating, still here. You are holy, as you are, without needing to prove it. Let that truth change how you move. How you rest. How you touch your own skin. Let it change what you believe you deserve. Let rest be your rebellion. Let pleasure be your praise. Let self-compassion be your altar. This body is not something you must earn love through. It is where love already lives. It is where God returns to find herself. The temple was never outside of you. It has always been here. Inside You. 📕 ALTAR: Modern Psalms for a New Earth Psalm 3 - The Body As the Temple 📖 Available now on Amazon & at torigordon.com #altar #somatichealing #selflove
