How shapeshifting equals love

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Until about 3-4ish years ago I was thin. The kind of thin everyone envied and commented on. I was fit, I worked to keep my muscles lean and defined. I had small breasts so there wasn’t a real need for a bra. I was always comfortable in my body, and my clothes. I was a dancer growing up so I spent a lot of time in a dressing room, and it’s how I learned to be body conscious. My body was my temple. And I guess good genes afforded me the freedom to not have to worry. I didn’t have to work hard at being thin, I didn’t have to work at it at all, actually.

“Just wait and see, one day it will all catch up to you” everyone said. But I wasn’t worried. All I needed was a quick glance at the mirror and I knew I was good.

Now, I look down, and I observe closely – I have no choice but to see the thickness that I have become. My always a size 4-6 is now a size 14, at least. I am no longer flat, but round. I fill my clothes, especially my pants, and everything fits uncomfortably tight. I need a bra. I can hold my breasts and make them jiggle. The ONLY way I feel comfortable is in sweats and a baggy, loose top.

I met Ken while my body was shapeshifting; Urgh why couldn’t he have met me when I was hot, and when I felt sexy? Last year we drove across the country and that seemed to give my fat the green light to do as it pleased. When I stand in front of the mirror now and look at myself I turn side to side, and I look at everything. Even if I suck in, the girth of my waist is bigger than I ever imagined I would ever possibly be. I count the rolls in my sides. I feel my fullness in the tub. I lay down naked and I think about what he sees.

He never met the skinny me, so he accepts my body unconditionally. I want to see my body as he sees it. I try to soften in my judgements as I touch and study the new me. I remind myself what I went through, and that subconsciously I was trying to be invisible. I didn’t like my world then.

As I expand and grow, my body is too. There’s more for me to love. There’s more of me to want, and hold on to. All I have to do is agree. I’m learning to love me.

I am a certified eating psychology coach, helping people in their struggles with food and eating, and body image.

Lisa Karasek is a Quantum Healer and Intuitive Practitioner able to powerfully transform your state of being by guiding you to a healthier, happier, and more purposeful life using ancient, multi-dimentional healing modalities, angelic energies, and consciousness based practices. Lisa is passionate and dedicated to helping you work with the dynamics of your Authentic Self Relationship.

Eating Psychology

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$20 per person, per class -OR- $15 early registration

Join the class at the Latrobe Park Recreational Center

1627 East Fort Avenue, Baltimore 21230

We will discuss everything you think you know about dieting and weight.

This Workshop is designed to lift the stigma of dieting and how it affects you.

Love Your Body, Love Yourself

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$20 per person, per class -OR- $15 early registration

Join the class at the Latrobe Park Recreational Center

1627 East Fort Avenue, Baltimore 21230

Don’t Wait! Love Your Body, Love Yourself.

Putting off Life because you need to look a certain way first will only keep you from reaching your goals.      Learn to Love Yourself and Feel Your Life Now.

Only 5 Days Left!

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Only 5 days left to reserve your seats!

Join us at Landmark’s Harbor East in Baltimore for this very special screening of Embrace, and fundraiser for the Araminta Freedom Initiative – on Monday February 27th at 7:30pm with Q+A afterward.

You will not be able to purchase your tickets at the box office, or on the evening of, so click here now and reserve your seats.

For more information and to watch the trailer, go to my events page

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Rooted. Alive. Sensation. Energy. Emotional. Connection. Enhanced. Affirmative. Pleasure. Desire. Power. Passion. Uninhibited. Joy. Fulfilled. Expression. Light.

– Love, as defined by some. But what if, when you look in the mirror, you feel “other”.

Shy. Dark. Mistrust. Fear. Reduced. Defective. Invisible. Broken. Unworthy. Absent.

It’s ok how you feel, for it’s not your fault. As you grew up and saw and heard things for the first time, the words and actions of others made an impression on you. And you either emulated it, or retracted from it … with time, you made it your own.

If your list for the words embossed on those adorable candy hearts are of the postive variety, then please, continue to go around doling out Love without hesitation.

But if you choose not to partake in the confectionary crushers, then an unveiling is due upon you.

As with Life, Love is all about perception. You have the choice. You have the capabilities. It’s a matter of choice. You can choose to see and feel and be worthy; or you can be the observer, and continue to feel “other”. You get to choose how you tune in, and take heed your desires.