I realize my lead-in photo here is possibly . . . oxymoronic . . . to you. A photo of 20-pound weights? In my basement fitness area? AND poetry? I get it. It’s . . . unexpected.
But. It’s really not. (Because everything is poetry.) And besides . . . there is a story. (Because of course there is a story.)
I follow an inspirational young woman named Elizabeth Davies (@thiswomanlifts on Instagram). She is a fitness coach in the UK, and she has taken on the mantle of promoting . . . working on your “old lady body.” She also takes on the whole “beach body” nonsense, real-woman postpartum bodies, the media’s ridiculous focus on movie-star-bodies, and body image generally. She is smart, no-nonsense, practical, and an inspiration to women of all ages and stages of life. I’ve been following her for years.
I’m including a screenshot of one of her Instagram posts from last spring . . . written and posted just as all the “get your summer body” ads and promos were coming out. (This is a great example of the types of messages she posts, by the way.)
Well. That particular post from Elizabeth Davies resonated with a young poet, Lauren Bowman . . . and Lauren (@l.e.bowman.poetry) was inspired to write a poem. She incorporated some of Elizabeth’s post in the title.
I’m sharing that poem with you today. I hope you find it inspirational . . . as you work with or deal with or just accept your own “old lady body.”
“I’m training for my old lady body. Dense bones. Strong muscles. A healthy heart.”
L.E. BowmanYou can keep your sapling body; I want to be a mountain.
Live oak limbs and black gum roots.I want a base ample and unshakeable.
Thick and steady. Storm-ready.
Resolute.I want skin intimate with the wind, the sun, the rain.
Weathered enough to tell stories. A testament to my
strength.I want bones trained to carry.
Veins that flow like rivers to my ocean of
a heart.You can keep your pre.
You can keep your new.I want after.
I want profuse.
Because this poem is pretty new – @l.e.bowman.poetry posted it on Instagram on May 3 of this year – I’m not sure that it’s actually been published. Yet. You can find out more about Lauren Bowman here, or follow her on Instagram or on Substack.
And remember . . . it’s never too late to start training for your old lady body (even if you already have one).
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You can find A Gathering of Poetry every month . . . on the third Thursday.
Share some.
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Gather up some poetry!
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This poem is an excellent motivator… and it gives permission to embrace my body with its sturdy limbs, with strong bones, and sags and folds. A body that has lived! That has done the work… so don’t hide any of it! (and while I can lift a 40 pound bag of bird seed… 40 lb weights, not so much! But I do great with my 3 pounders!)
Wonderful…simply wonderful!
I was intrigued by the photo of weights and even more taken with the poem! This old lady will be thinking of my “veins that flow like rivers to my ocean of a heart” while I ride my bike today. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you for that poem. “I want after. I want profuse.”
Kym – this is just the poem I needed this morning
Perfect poem to combat all the body-dysmorphia out there in the world.
Kym! What a great post, and I will be following this lady from now on. I have a morning routine that I follow every day, a bit of yoga, a bit of lifting, some breathing exercises, some stretching. I also do a breathing meditation at bedtime that I strongly recommend to anyone who suffers from anxiety. It has changed my life. I stopped my gym membership during the pandemic, and I have found through trial and error that I don’t particularly miss it, other than the socialization. I, too, love my old lady body. I just want to be independent, feel well, and appreciate what my body has done for me over the years and continues to give me every day. I love this poem, it speaks to me.
I want skin intimate with the wind, the sun, the rain. I’ve got that going on and am embracing it. (Hard at times!) Working to stay strong…not always easy…but in the words of my brother in law…training for my nineties! Thanks for this great poem Kym!
I wasn’t at all surprised to see weights opening up a post on poetry … and you nailed it! I do wish I didn’t have old ladies knees (I’ve done great work on the stuff under the skin, it’s the skin that bugs me?!)
I love this! It really speaks to me because I’m really focused on staying strong and healthy for many years to come and I know that I’m never going to have a “perfect” body — and that’s okay!
I love this poem. Thank you Kym. My favorite lines are about “the skin intimate with the sun, the wind, and the rain.” And blogger may have eaten my comment on a previous post.
Love this so much. I’m very proud of any progress I make toward a stronger old lady body!