Your body will never look like anyone else's body
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
I read a blog today with this theme. I know there was a link to follow about the original article but I didn't follow it.... so if this theme has been going around a while... well, good! Your body will never look like anyone else's body.
My mirror and I used to have a love hate relationship. Up really close... really really close.... I liked my eyes and the skin on my face. I liked my hair with all it's many natural reds and blonds (and now greys) and curls. As soon as I backed up .. eek! Run away! I could do some pretty good "hides" in loose dresses and long shirts but swimming pool change rooms, underwear store mirrors made me so ashamed.
I don't know what I wanted in those days but it was definitely someone else's body. The thing is, over the years, I have come to love and appreciate my body. My stength in my legs and the toned muscles are lovely. I have to admit I purposefully glance over as I walk through the front hall to see those gams. I like my shoulders which have definition and spatters of freckles. I look at my hands which are beginning to look like old lady hands and marvel that they have done so much holding babies, cooking, gardening, crafts, writing....the list is endless when I'm doing affirmations. And that is maybe how this change has come about by affirming my body parts.
This is the body I have. OK, there is an apron belly and I have had that since I had my first emergency abdominal surgery in my early 20's. It got bigger after kids and is now smaller after losing 60 pounds. But...it's what I have and it doesn't stop me from wearing a bathing suit or inviting my husband to join me in the shower. HE loves my body and as a dear friend once pointed out, there is only one man in my life who I need to impress with my body. If he thinks I'm sexy, then woo hoo! I've read enough articles that say no number of abs excercises will target that belly fat BUT having a a strong core will help keep me safe and healthy. So when I look at the mirror at my belly I can look past the apron and see the growing definition between my chest and navel. I can feel the muscles when I'm walking in the pool. Cool! And... good for me.
I used to worry about being the largest person in the room, or on a plane, or in a store. I don't think about that any more. Instead I am much less aware of anyone looking at me. When they do, I smile back. I wonder what their story is. I wish good energy on them.
It's not what I look like any more. It is who I am. Who I am is defined by what I do. I try to make good and healthy choices as often as I can. I'm not ashamed. I'm proud. My body is beginning to look like a person who cares.