At war
I listen to us. We are at war with our bodies. We hate this about our selves. We hate that. It seems we're always at war with our hair.... we fight our hair. We're at war. We are taught to be from a very young age. We are taught there is something wrong with us and without __________ it wont be made right. How can you feel good about your self when you fight against your self and only Pantene will make it better?
Im waiting for my broken, damaged hair to grow back. I have to catch myself from being in a battle with my hair. And Im feeling a little eh about my body right now. I need to go get toned at the gym. Ive been so busy and so beat when I get home that I dont feel like going, so I feel like Im fighting my body-- not liking my butt, not liking my shoulders, picking at my legs. There's something very sexy when you embrace your self -- from the top of your head, right on down. When you can let out a great big smile and say "World, hereIam! This is me. However I am today, this is me!" Not feeling self conscious and self aware. Just free. Loving you. Theres really no defense against this. It disarms people.
I have seen older women with saggy breasts and cellulite be so free and open about their bodies. This is so sexy. And I have sat in hair salons where women are in mortal combat against their hair -- sitting there looking so unhappy... full of misery...trying to beat their hair into submission. I stood naked in front of the mirror and just stopped to look. I havent had that much time to see my body lately; Ive been in such a rush to get dressed. But it was nice to just stop and take a good look at me. To thank God for my arms, my legs, my nose, my neck. It has to be a conscious thing. It flies in the face of the culture because the culture tells you to pick your self apart and buy,
but I refuse.
Im waiting for my broken, damaged hair to grow back. I have to catch myself from being in a battle with my hair. And Im feeling a little eh about my body right now. I need to go get toned at the gym. Ive been so busy and so beat when I get home that I dont feel like going, so I feel like Im fighting my body-- not liking my butt, not liking my shoulders, picking at my legs. There's something very sexy when you embrace your self -- from the top of your head, right on down. When you can let out a great big smile and say "World, hereIam! This is me. However I am today, this is me!" Not feeling self conscious and self aware. Just free. Loving you. Theres really no defense against this. It disarms people.
I have seen older women with saggy breasts and cellulite be so free and open about their bodies. This is so sexy. And I have sat in hair salons where women are in mortal combat against their hair -- sitting there looking so unhappy... full of misery...trying to beat their hair into submission. I stood naked in front of the mirror and just stopped to look. I havent had that much time to see my body lately; Ive been in such a rush to get dressed. But it was nice to just stop and take a good look at me. To thank God for my arms, my legs, my nose, my neck. It has to be a conscious thing. It flies in the face of the culture because the culture tells you to pick your self apart and buy,
but I refuse.