Day #3 - Kanji icons #208 - #273
Title: Kanji icons #208 - #273
Rating: G
Day one: Kanji Icons #001 - #102
Day two: Kanji icons #103 - #207
Today: Kanji icons #208 - #273
Body Image is a subject I know something about, being, as the medical profession puts it, 'morbidly obese'. If I go to see the doc, my weight is always the first thing the he focusses on, no matter what ailment I'm suffering from, and if my blood pressure and cholesterol levels get checked, they always end up being redone because the results come back fine and normal and that can't possibly be right, now can it? (Though it invariably, repeatably, is.)
I grew up hearing, 'If you just lost the puppy fat you'd be pretty' and 'She'd be lovely if she weren't so... you know'. I spent a lot of my childhood depressed and on diets, none of which worked worth a damn and did nothing but screw up my metabolism.
The thing is, if I want to, I can still kiss my own toes. *g* Big doesn't mean inflexible. I can still dance the night away, and I can still take home a pretty young thing or a big strapping bodybuilder if I so desire because, yeah, I'm flexible and I have stamina.
I've learned to do what makes me happy, and if that means eating an extra chocolate or three and buying a blouse a size bigger than I need to, just because I like the wiggle room, I smile while I do it.
Nobody's perfect, and real life doesn't come with an airbrush artist ready to smooth away the odd wrinkle or stray hair. Most of the time, the only person who sees your 'flaws' is you. Stop looking for them, please.
Rating: G
Day one: Kanji Icons #001 - #102
Day two: Kanji icons #103 - #207
Today: Kanji icons #208 - #273
Body Image is a subject I know something about, being, as the medical profession puts it, 'morbidly obese'. If I go to see the doc, my weight is always the first thing the he focusses on, no matter what ailment I'm suffering from, and if my blood pressure and cholesterol levels get checked, they always end up being redone because the results come back fine and normal and that can't possibly be right, now can it? (Though it invariably, repeatably, is.)
I grew up hearing, 'If you just lost the puppy fat you'd be pretty' and 'She'd be lovely if she weren't so... you know'. I spent a lot of my childhood depressed and on diets, none of which worked worth a damn and did nothing but screw up my metabolism.
The thing is, if I want to, I can still kiss my own toes. *g* Big doesn't mean inflexible. I can still dance the night away, and I can still take home a pretty young thing or a big strapping bodybuilder if I so desire because, yeah, I'm flexible and I have stamina.
I've learned to do what makes me happy, and if that means eating an extra chocolate or three and buying a blouse a size bigger than I need to, just because I like the wiggle room, I smile while I do it.
Nobody's perfect, and real life doesn't come with an airbrush artist ready to smooth away the odd wrinkle or stray hair. Most of the time, the only person who sees your 'flaws' is you. Stop looking for them, please.