Monday, December 30, 2013
So, I finished the Skinny Jeans Challenge today (and no, I still don't like skinny jeans. Give me wide leg any day), but the last challenge was to write down three things I like - no, LOVE - about my body that have nothing to do with the way I look. Huh.
The problem is, of course, that like lots of people here, I have a stunted self-esteem. I neither like nor respect myself all that much - and that comes across to other people which makes me feel even worse and then it just cycles on and on. I can play a pretty good game, but at the end of the day I come home and look in the mirror and think, "Are you really worth it? No. I don't believe you are."
That's not fair. It's not fair to me and it's not fair to my two amazing children. I am trying to raise them so that they don't turn out the way I have. So I have to stop faking it and start believing that I'm a person of some importance. Actually, a person of great importance.
Enough seriousness and navel-gazing from me! I'll go back to flippant Rachel in a sec. Okay, three things:
1.) My eyes - they change colors and I think that's neat. They go from green to blue to gray and I like it when people try to figure out what color they are. They change depending on what I'm wearing, my mood, the weather - who knows? And I like that.
2.) My hands - they are small and short fingered but they are strong. They can make and decorate a cupcake, whip up a dinner, hold onto a child, write a blog, smooth a forehead, do someone's makeup (I work in cosmetics), make inappropriate hand gestures...you get the idea. I can't imagine life without them. And right now, my nails are purple. Gotta love that, too.
3.) My smile - well, my grin, actually. It's big. And sincere. And it usually makes people smile right back. A co-worker told me that I shouldn't smile so broadly because I was going to get wrinkles. Well, I already have them and those are the wrinkles I want. They mean that life has been pretty good after all, in spite of myself.
Okay, all done. Have you listed your three things? Maybe you have thirty. Maybe you have thirty times three ("You know, I really love my hypothalamus")! Three was a good start for me.