I was cleaning out my hard drives tonight, and came across a picture of Liv Tyler in a bathing suit. It confused me at first (as in, WTF am I doing with a picture of Liv Tyler in a bathing suit?) but once I opened it, I remembered why I saved it.
I don't remember what site the picture was on, but I do remember that the context was, essentially, pointing out how much weight Liv Tyler had gained, and isn't she embarrassed to look like that, and maybe this will shame her into losing weight, and blah blah blah bitchy gossip site crap.
To me, it says something very different.
It says she is comfortable in her own skin. It says she is caught up in the sheer joy of being completely, totally alive. It says the last thing on her mind is how she looks in a bathing suit.
(And for what it's worth, I think she looks perfectly fine.)
I saved this because of the beautiful irony that a picture posted to shame her for her weight ended up being an inspiration to stop worrying about it and live my life.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Still, wanted to share in case anyone else might see the same thing, and need the reminder: Quit worrying about your thighs and go play in the damn ocean already.