Suffering from a mystery illness that prevents you from doing any meaningful exercise brings with it a whole host of self-esteem issues. Who am I when I’m not in control of my body anymore? In control of how it looks? How it feels?
Burning Man made me forget about all that for a week. It reminded me that I am not just my body.
I wrote on the temple walls, before they burned it down:
I AM NOT MY BODYI AM NOT MY ILLNESS
I keep putting off writing a full post about Burning Man. I feel like it hasn’t marinated in my head enough yet, but I’m also worried of forgetting.
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