Body lessons from Fire Island
Whenever summer inches closer, I think of how the heat bounces off the sidewalk, like basketballs on a court in June. I remember past images of people passing by on streets with joy in abundance and a lack of clothing, with sunshine being the catalyst for both.
I’m also reminded of a time when the summer sun made me anxious, and the one trip that made me reevaluate how I viewed my body.
In 2016, I touched down on the shores of Fire Island. On our last day, as we had done days before, we traversed through the coastline to relax on the beach.
I tasted the salt in the air as it caressed my skin. I struggled to find my footing in the sand like a toddler learning to use their legs, stumbling across the shifting ground right behind my partner and friends.
