Arm thyself to get back to work!
"Our bodies--and our convoluted relationships with them--tell the real story. In a world that offers women challenges along with choices, compromise along with control, our bodies may seem the only realm where we can claim sovereignty. So, we focus our power there. We start with what we can control--sorta. Our bodies. Our hair. Our weight. Our clothes. When this control inevitably eludes us, our feelings of powerlessness solidify." From Introductions to Body Outlaws
Yep. Still struggling with the body image stuff. Who isn't? The book babbles about "young women," but that's not exactly fair since I don't consider myself "young" in that way anymore. Now my issues have multiplied from fat, brown skin, pimples, to include wrinkles, saging flesh and stretch marks. And if I get pregnant someday? More stretch marks, bigger tummy, sagging boobs and loose vagina. It only gets worse, not better as we age I think. I'm trying to find that balance of satisfied enough to be happy and just disatisfied enough to eat healthy and exercise regularly. Not an easy task.
This morning I donned my new 10g big ol' swan ear rings, pretty pink bead bracelet, managed two skimpy braids with my short partially bright red and dark black hair, fit into my pink soft like baby clothes shirt and pink adult person cut wool blend skirt and bright sea blue sneakers and trundled off to work. I needed the armor as I had a mess of things to fix from having missed the one crucial day of work of the last month! Turns out some essay contest submissions were due yesterday and lots of lost undergrads were wandering the building driving the inhabitants nuts--this involved much bridge rebuilding and a new deadline for submissions. I also managed to get through a lot of other work that had magically materialized and found myself caught up and happy at 11:30 AM. Yay me.
Yep. Still struggling with the body image stuff. Who isn't? The book babbles about "young women," but that's not exactly fair since I don't consider myself "young" in that way anymore. Now my issues have multiplied from fat, brown skin, pimples, to include wrinkles, saging flesh and stretch marks. And if I get pregnant someday? More stretch marks, bigger tummy, sagging boobs and loose vagina. It only gets worse, not better as we age I think. I'm trying to find that balance of satisfied enough to be happy and just disatisfied enough to eat healthy and exercise regularly. Not an easy task.
This morning I donned my new 10g big ol' swan ear rings, pretty pink bead bracelet, managed two skimpy braids with my short partially bright red and dark black hair, fit into my pink soft like baby clothes shirt and pink adult person cut wool blend skirt and bright sea blue sneakers and trundled off to work. I needed the armor as I had a mess of things to fix from having missed the one crucial day of work of the last month! Turns out some essay contest submissions were due yesterday and lots of lost undergrads were wandering the building driving the inhabitants nuts--this involved much bridge rebuilding and a new deadline for submissions. I also managed to get through a lot of other work that had magically materialized and found myself caught up and happy at 11:30 AM. Yay me.