14 Valentines, Day 1
First things first: the happiest of birthdays to hpuckle -- hope you had a lovely day, hon!
Today is the first day of 14valentines, and the topic is body image.
As a kid, I was always convinced I was fat. Looking back, I can see that I really wasn't -- maybe a little on the pudgy side at times, but it was mostly just lingering baby fat, and it was much exacerbated by the fact that I wore baggy clothes to try to hide my body.
It has taken me a long time to learn to love my body, and I'm not fully there yet. One thing I'm challenging myself to do today is to take all my least favorite body parts and find something to love about them. I welcome you to do the same with your own bodies in the comments, if you like. :-) I'll start:
I love my teeny-tiny A-cup breasts because they'll never give me backaches, I can easily go bra-less when I want to, and they've given me many hours of pleasure *cough*.
I love my hips because I can swing them when I dance.
I love my butt and thighs because they've powered many an amazing hike.
I love my arms because I can use them to hug my loved ones.
(This one is hard.) I love my stomach because the problems it's given me have forced me to eat healthier and take better care of myself. And because maybe if I love it, it will love me.
These song lyrics popped into my mind when I first saw this topic...
So Unsexy
Alanis Morissette
Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make
Me feel the way I thought only my father could
Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me
One forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked
How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
I'm 13 again am I 13 for good?
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
When will I start leaving baby?
When will I start deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?
Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me
Today is the first day of 14valentines, and the topic is body image.
As a kid, I was always convinced I was fat. Looking back, I can see that I really wasn't -- maybe a little on the pudgy side at times, but it was mostly just lingering baby fat, and it was much exacerbated by the fact that I wore baggy clothes to try to hide my body.
It has taken me a long time to learn to love my body, and I'm not fully there yet. One thing I'm challenging myself to do today is to take all my least favorite body parts and find something to love about them. I welcome you to do the same with your own bodies in the comments, if you like. :-) I'll start:
I love my teeny-tiny A-cup breasts because they'll never give me backaches, I can easily go bra-less when I want to, and they've given me many hours of pleasure *cough*.
I love my hips because I can swing them when I dance.
I love my butt and thighs because they've powered many an amazing hike.
I love my arms because I can use them to hug my loved ones.
(This one is hard.) I love my stomach because the problems it's given me have forced me to eat healthier and take better care of myself. And because maybe if I love it, it will love me.
These song lyrics popped into my mind when I first saw this topic...
So Unsexy
Alanis Morissette
Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make
Me feel the way I thought only my father could
Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me
One forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked
How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
I'm 13 again am I 13 for good?
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
When will I start leaving baby?
When will I start deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?
Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me