My Body, My Craft
19 August 2025
19 August 2025
When I first started working as a massage therapist, I never imagined how much my own body would adapt and transform along the way. With time and practice, I’ve noticed subtle yet powerful changes—shifts that allow me to give more to my clients, while also growing stronger within myself.
The long, flowing strokes of massage require more than just hands—they call for balance, strength, and control. Over time, my body has naturally adjusted. My hips have become more flexible, my fingers stronger, and my wrists no longer ache the way they once did. Every movement feels like a yoga-like combination of bending, reaching, and balance—working in harmony to deliver comfort and release to others.
Massage is often described as an art, and I’ve come to understand why. Each session feels like a dance, guided by rhythm and flow. My strokes follow a tempo, almost like music, yet no two sessions are ever the same. I don’t rely on a single set sequence. Instead, every massage is tailored uniquely—every stroke responding to the individual body beneath my hands.
Perhaps the most fascinating change has been how easily I can slip into a zen-like state during sessions. I’ve learned to truly listen to the body of each client, to feel the subtle lines of tension, and to intuitively adjust pressure and strokes in response. It’s as if my body and theirs communicate in silence, working together toward release and healing.
I sometimes think I found this career later than I should have. But maybe that’s the beauty of it. Certain things in life can only be fully appreciated when they arrive at the right moment. The struggles that came before only deepen my gratitude for where I am now. And that makes the journey—both mine and my clients’—all the more meaningful.