Becca 
Ah, the infamous “turkey neck” – the charming little souvenir that time bestows upon us as we gracefully age. It’s as if one day, I was confidently wearing a favorite necklace, and the next, contemplating turtlenecks in the peak of summer.
This experiment is still in its early days – now in my 9th week, I’m fully immersed in what’s surfacing for me! My assignment is a full year – 52 weeks of paying attention, week by week, to the constant stream of self-judgment about my body and my face. And let me tell you, it’s eye-opening.
Panic and paralysis won’t save us as we flail around, trying to get out of the nightmare.
To this day I have a tinge of self consciousness when I wear my glasses – after all these decades of “shame work” I’ve done on myself. And that’s even after proving over and over again that, indeed, boys do make passes at girls who wear glasses! (But, of course, in this day and age, “boys making passes” is likely an outdated concept.)
Can I simply say that, he gets me? Stephen Dinan, the founder and president of the Shift Network said, “For a long time, I’ve wanted to find someone who could really teach us how to work with cannabis in a conscious way… show us how [cannabis] can be an ally in our growth, in our evolution, our emotional healing.”
I grew up in the era (or maybe it’s always the era?), where it was common to hear men say, “I’m a butt man” or “I’m a leg man” or whatever female body part was being singled out. But it seems the butt was a particular favorite … and according to this study, it apparently still is.
I was stunned! The Shift Network, the largest platform for online wisdom courses with more than 3 million customers, invited me to teach a 7-week course, Harnessing the Power of Cannabis for Emotional Freedom.
Yes, let’s talk brown spots – those little patches of pigment that pop up uninvited. They go by many names: age spots, sun spots, liver spots (which is both misleading and mildly alarming), and my personal favorite –“wisdom freckles.” …because if we’re going to have them, we might as well make them sound poetic 😂
Imagine you’re standing at the edge of a stage, moments away from delivering a speech… Your palms are sweaty, your heart’s pounding, and your stomach is hosting a gymnastics competition. Are you anxious – or excited?
This body shaming thing is so insidious. Now, with my awareness in full gear, I see just how deep the self-shaming goes. The latest example was just last week when my executive assistant, Carsey, sent me a picture of myself and said, “Wow! I love this picture! Can we use it?” My response was immediate and visceral: “Old lady hand!” …shouting over our back-and-forth text messaging.