Anytime in my life I had a goal, desire or passion for something, and fulfilling that certain dream was up to my own decision and action, I gave all myself. The first time I remember doing it, was for a wrong cause, but at the time I didn’t know it. I was 16 and I wanted to be a fashion model. In Italy models are extremely skinny (seriously, fashion world is sick and I now hate it)
So being a teenager and not knowing any better, I wanted to be like them… to the point where the more bones were showing, the better. I dedicated a whole 3-4 years to that purpose. I left any interest and close person behind, I don’t have many memories of that time because my brain was zooming in one only point: being skinny and whatever I had to do in order to become that way. It was the most brutal fight I had within myself, I was fighting hunger everyday, dieting was my sport, losing weight was all that made me happy, really. I expressed my feelings with drawing, I remember drawing a skinny mean Sofia beating up the good pretty Sofia, or the good Sofia trying to escape…
I don’t even want to spend too much time talking about it, anyway my goal turned into a compulsion and I became victim of it. I lost track and it ate me up, I was trapped. Slowly and painfully I got out of that sickening mentality and found a “healthier” passion (wasn’t so healthy as it sounds). I literally fell in love with fitness and weight training, I loved strong, fit bodies and since I was coming from a past of obsessive control, the idea of controlling my body diversely (to be lean and strong) really excited me. I could eat! But extremely controlled still, and everything had to be in a certain way (no oil, no butter, no wheat, no carbs, everything measured etc). I started getting some muscle but still I wasn’t getting the point: beating myself up wasn’t necessary the best way to reach a goal or fulfill a passion, nor being isolated from the rest of the world because I had to go home and eat my three egg-whites…
So again I learned a lot from that, I got better, ate more, still I was going thru a lot of body-mind conflicts. I couldn’t find a balance, I was happy to train, cook, go to the market, study the body, test my limits but deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I just didn’t know how to live differently anymore. What did it mean “eat whatever you want”? “Train tomorrow relax today/go out with friends/do something different”? I was still drawing, better situations, bad Sofia now was friend with good, fit Sofia. But she was still there…
With many ups and downs, body weight fluctuations, I kept fitness/body building as my steady passion for many years. I really loved weight training and how it made my body look. I competed several times and did fitness modeling.
When I found pole dancing, I started to feel the desire to explore a part of me I never knew I had: a sensual, “sexy” side, which was nothing but my woman/feminine side, that side I neglected all my life with my insanely strict diet and training !
So all in a sudden I wanted to nurture that side (surely not thru food). Pole dancing did nurture it, and beside feeling completely awkward and disgraceful at the beginning, I loved it. So at that time I had weight training still my #1 passion, and pole dancing right up the alley. I started drawing pole dancers and heels 😉
I wasn’t completely out of my body-mind war, still controlling a lot my food and training, with little to no time for anything else (beside school).
I’m talking about years here… So all I said so far is about a 10 years evolution. Now, this is the last biggest part.
While pole dancing my butt off day in and out, I started to grow more and more interest for flexibility. At the beginning I wanted to be more flexible to be better on the pole. But then, about six months after, I lost some of my pole enthusiasm (it turned out I preferred Floorwork) and figured that I would dedicate myself fully to flexibility, and more specifically, contortion!
Few months into contortion, I realized there was NO WAY I could keep up with weight training, at least the way I used to. So slowly I had to take it out of my life 😦 Leg training was actually the HARDEST thing to give up to. I LOVED training legs. I loved squats, dead lifts… And I mean, pretty freaking heavy. Wasn’t squatting 10lbs just to clarify, more like 130-140lbs. I said bye to my round full butt and opted for a smaller one lol, still trained my body but very differently, whatever was making me stiff was off limits.
But the biggest change I experienced with discovering this new passion (contortion), was that I didn’t need to focus so much on my appearance (therefore diet); that draining control on food wasn’t necessary anymore. All I had to do was training! And yes eating healthy, but at least not to the point I had to refuse going out for dinner, go to a bar with friends, hang out at a party etc… So I ended up fueling my body better and my mind “flourished”, I became more social and relaxed, finally BALANCED. I felt a new way of happy…The happiness of freedom. Freedom to move, go out, eat… Flexibility has a huge meaning to me. So I’m sorry if sometimes I talk about it so much but 1. It’s my passion and I give all myself to it 2. It gave me the greatest freedom I ever had
And bad Sofia is no longer in the drawings. It’s only good Sofia, and she’s very flexible 🙂