Friday, July 01, 2011
It's a great thing to realize you don't have to be embarrassed about your body. It doesn't actually make it all that much easier to overcome those society-ingrained fears of an imperfect appearance, but it at least makes you think more about where priorities should lie. What really makes me second-think my occasional body obsession is seeing little girls running around. While the age of first diets, eating disorders, etc. grows ever younger, there is still an innocence to young girls that delights me. There's a three-year-old I know who is unbearably cute, cheerful, fun, and just a joy. Do I want her to grow up like most of us, to start to criticize her own strong, energetic body for being different from the impossible ideal? That thought makes me awfully sad. Why then should any of us, who are probably not perfect, despise our bodies for being what they are? When we were little girls, someone wanted us to grow up happy. Maybe you were raised without a caring family, but I'm positive that someone saw you and wanted the best for you - I genuinely feel that way about plenty of people I only see in passing. Especially those happy, giggly little girls.