There is an interesting article in the New York Times about women and the ritualistic "fat talk" that we engage in.
"Over winter break, Carolyn Bates, a college senior, and a friend each picked out five pairs of jeans at a Gap store in Indianapolis and eagerly tried them on. But the growing silence in their separate fitting rooms was telling. At last, one friend called out, “Dang it, these fit everywhere but my thighs! I wish my legs weren’t so huge.” The response: “My pair is way too long. I need to be taller or skinnier!” "
(rest of article here: well.blogs.nytimes.com/2
Like a lot of us, I am guilty of this as well. I pass myself in a mirror and comment on now my body is shaped like a Russian peasant woman. Or I bemoan my flabby upper arms.
My best friend doesn't tolerate this. Her response is always the same, "Why would you say that? Quick tell me ten things you love about your body!"
My list always starts with my rack, which I get to count as two.
And then my big green eyes, and my long red hair, and then I get stuck. Right now with my IT Band injury, I have trouble talking positively about my legs, but usually I am ok with them. They're big, but nicely shaped, and they take me where I need to go. My wrists are surprisingly delicate, and my nose is pretty straight and even.
It usually takes a while, but she never lets me off the hook, and in the end I can find some things to praise about myself.
So, what about you? If you've read this far, leave a comment, and tell me something you love about your body.