I love myself, and I love my body. Aesthetically, I love my curves, my legs, my breasts. I love being a woman and all the aspects associated with that. I also love my body for its functions. It gave life to two beautiful children. It has endured two caesarian sections, from which I bounced back physically within only a couple of weeks. My body takes me from point A to point B. It can contort into a pretzel or stretch like a cat.
My body is pretty amazing, and I love my body!!
Your body is pretty amazing too, and you should love your body too!
|Dress: Target Petites|
But with all that said, does loving our bodies mean that we have to also love our fat? Do we have to love the jiggle in our thighs, the cellulite on our butts, or the hanging flesh from our arms that tells people hi or goodbye before our words do?
To love our bodies, does it mean that we have to love all of us? Is it un-feminist to say we don’t love our fat?
I try to promote a very body positive message on the blog. After 37 years, I have really and truly grown to love my body, and I want to help inspire other women (and men) to love their bodies too. I spent too much time loathing my body and comparing it to others, and I don’t wish those feelings or mindset on anyone.
|Tights: New York & Company|
I mentioned on a recent post that I had been eating too much over the holidays and was feeling the need to disguise some extra poundage. I’ve accepted my body at its size, but I’m not happy with the few extra pounds I seem to have put on in the last few months.
Many people who are overweight practice healthy habits. I don’t. Lately, I’m becoming more aware of the effects of my unhealthy lifestyle on my body, not just in adding more fat to my body, but also in how I feel. I haven’t really made any New Year’s resolutions, except for a few light-hearted style-related ones which you’ll see on the blog this week, but I am trying to make some smarter decisions about what I put in my body and how much I move.
I love my curves, and I have learned to accept my body at any size. I just don’t love all the aspects of being fat. Maybe it’s simply years of socialization towards preferring a thinner ideal, but I prefer my body aesthetically when it’s a bit smaller. I don’t usually like the way that my belly looks.
Acknowledging this is being honest to myself and being honest to you, my readers. Acknowledging this doesn’t mean I don’t love myself or my body…it just means that I am admitting my imperfections to myself and to you.
We all have aspects of ourselves we don’t like or of which we aren’t as proud. I can be selfish, possessive, lazy, obsessive, and overly critical. I also know that I’m passionate, loyal, affectionate, giving, and kind. By the same token, I don’t necessarily love some of my extra fluff, but I do love my body.
|Necklace: The Limited
My body is beautiful and amazing, and SO IS YOURS!