Tuesday, November 19, 2013
"We bet toothpicks looked like people. Be yourself, what is more beautiful than that?"
I saw this at the gym yesterday. I can't tell you how many times I've seen it before, but yesterday it struck a cord with me. (I tried to sneak a picture of it, but my attempt was thwarted, and I have to try again.)
When did it become a societal norm to become so down on ourselves based on a number on a scale or the number on the tag of our clothes?
Why is it so hard to embrace ourselves the way we are? Why is it so hard to look in a mirror and say to the person looking back "I love you, you are beautiful."?
Starting today, I vow to be kinder to myself and start the process of falling in love with me. Not the me I want to be, but the me I am now. I'm done trying to look like someone out of a magazine, but to look like Wendi. Because after all, if being Wendi isn't enough now, it won't be later.