The Bonsai Tree
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
It is your nature
to be small and cozy
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
-Marge Piercy
Lately, though, I started thinking that maybe I am the gardener. Maybe I am stunting my own growth and limiting myself in my attempts to achieve my idea of beauty. As I diet, wear ridiculously tall high-heels, and refuse to the leave the house whenever I think my face is bloated, I am "[whittling] back [my] branches;" I am choosing to letting the pursuit of beauty keep me from being me.
Now this self-realization doesn't mean I'm going to start scarfing Big Macs or throw out my heels and Cover Girl mascara. But I worry that I, and probably most women, get so caught up in looking young, in having perfect bodies, in wearing the latest styles, that we land ourselves in a pot that keeps us small in character. We leave no time for development spiritually or mentally; we never grow tall and strong.
STRONG WOMEN VALUE THEIR BODIES
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