I was attending a movement workshop in Argentina.
I felt terrified the first day there.
Terrified of anyone touching my body.
Anywhere on my body.
I didn’t want to follow through with one of the main principles of the workshop: throwing my weight against someone else.
I felt very heavy.
Heavier than anyone else in the workshop.
But in Argentina, I found the trainer telling me to throw my weight against her.
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” I said.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I like weight!”
I had never before heard anyone talking about weight positively
I never before believed my weight could be a good thing.
But in the context of that workshop, it was.
The participants touched me all over.
I’d never seen such a thing before.
I was really conscious of my body at first, but then after a bit, we all started tumbling into one another.
I felt like we were all part of the same body.
I felt very light by the end of the workshop.
Like I was flying.
I stopped paying attention to who was trying to carry me for the first time.
I felt lighter.