I've Been Thinking...
I'm kind of sick of hearing women complain about their bodies, and talking about how their bodies are ruined from having kids. I don't know why this bothers me and don't get me wrong...I've participated in this behavior countless times. But sometimes, I'm so sick of it. Why are our bodies ruined? Says who? Jennifer Anniston, Jessica Biel, Angelina Jolie, Gisele Bundchen? Well the first two haven't had kids, and as for the ones who have...some people just happen to have extra bouncy skin, high metabolisms, lots of money, people cooking for them, personal trainers, OR just more self discipline then I (and maybe you) care to have!!! Is that reason to tear ourselves down because we happen to have a few stretch marks and maybe our bums hang a little lower to the ground then we wish them too?
Maybe I'm bothered because since everyone else seems to care so much and be so worried about it, I feel like I have to too. The truth is, when I look in the mirror for that split second before my thoughts barge into my head, I'm okay with me. I like my freckles, blue eyes, and ginormous teeth. I think I have cute feet, and I like that I have small hands but long skinny fingers! I appreciate my nose even with the little bump in the middle! I like that my ears stick out. I like that I can wear lower cut shirts and not look all cleavagy and exposed! I like my curvy hips and bum because they make me feel girly. I have no desire to let myself go and be 300 lbs...but I also have no desire to nit pick at everything "wrong" with myself. I have stretch marks! And I don't really care that much until YOU start complaining about your own. I weigh 10-15 lbs more then I did in High School! And I don't really feel that worried about it until YOU start complaining about your extra 10 lbs and how you're so ugly, gross, and repulsive. I even have cellulite people (yea I'm a girl), and I wasn't even thinking about it until you started criticising your own thighs!
I'm not pointing fingers because maybe you were feeling fine about yourself until I started complaining about something wrong with me one day. I think it is a sad sad cycle we put ourselves through. When in reality we are doing exactly what are bodies were meant to do. I've come to realize lately that maybe one of the best ways to help lift other girl's self esteems, or confidence, would be to stop ripping apart our own. So that's what I'm going to be working on for me, I am going to try my very hardest to keep my mouth shut, so that my words don't drag down someone else. I like me and I like this body I have, and I'm going to appreciate it! And for the record, all the girls that I've heard complain in person, on facebook, or wherever...are all women that I think are so pretty and have even been envious of. So love yourselves, and if you can't love, at least try to like. And if you can't like, then at least try to keep it to yourself some of the time.
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I had an experience like this last week. I was at a baby shower where there was an abundance of amazing food. I piled my plate full of stuff. And then I got caught in a conversation of women at the food table saying, "I ran 9 miles today, so I'm eating." But her plate was like half full. And another woman said, "I saved all my points for today, so I'm good." (These statements are from women that are much smaller than me, and I would say they're probably size 2).
I can tell you: I had not run 9 miles. I have never run 9 miles. And I probably didn't have any points left for the day if I had been counting. So I had to make a very conscious decision to assume that they care about their bodies and that's okay. I don't as much, and that's okay too. I can't assume that they're judging me if my plate looks like Mount Everest.
Amen, sister!
LOVE THIS!!! Thanks for sharing...I'm totally going to follow her lead. No more complaining!
I really liked this post. It makes me feel a little better about myself. And I feel sorry for those who spend so much of their energy and self esteem stressing about how they look and how others perceive them.
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