Take a good look
So I was having a convo with my folks tonite at dinner.. I can't remember how it began.. (we have some of the oddest dinner convos. seriously.) Anyhow, whatever the hell we were talking about.. I mentioned that even tho I don't like my body, I'm perfectly comfortable having sex with the lights on or in broad daylight. I am perfectly comfortable wandering around the house nekkid, alone or with my lover home.. even if the blinds are open.
So my mother says to me that she's not comfortable with her body and hasn't let my father see her nekkid in years. They have sex with the lights off only. He can't even be in the room when she changes clothes and she gets embarassed walking from the bathroom to the bedroom in a towel.
And she makes the point to me that maybe I'm more comfortable with my body than I realise. That maybe my body-hatred comes not from real feelings on my part, but from perceptions that the world has programmed into me.
This thought completely blew me away. How did I now realise this?!~
Yes, I wouldn't mind losing at least 20 lbs. but actually, really and truthfully, I like my body. I've got curves. My skin is smooth and soft. I'm squishy and cuddly instead of boney and sickly. I'm actually kinda hot. So there, world! It is not my body I hate. It's the fact that all the really cute clothes and accessories come in skinny bitch sizes. It's the fact that I look at too many fashion magazines.
So, friends, I ask you to be brave, and honest. Look at your body. What do you really think of it? Not what does the world think of it. Not what does the fashion industry think of it. Push everyone else's perceptions out of your head. Erase your measurements and size tags. And ask yourself - do you really hate your body?
Here's to all the big, beautifull, luscious, delicious, cuddly, soft, squishy, wonder-full girls!~
So my mother says to me that she's not comfortable with her body and hasn't let my father see her nekkid in years. They have sex with the lights off only. He can't even be in the room when she changes clothes and she gets embarassed walking from the bathroom to the bedroom in a towel.
And she makes the point to me that maybe I'm more comfortable with my body than I realise. That maybe my body-hatred comes not from real feelings on my part, but from perceptions that the world has programmed into me.
This thought completely blew me away. How did I now realise this?!~
Yes, I wouldn't mind losing at least 20 lbs. but actually, really and truthfully, I like my body. I've got curves. My skin is smooth and soft. I'm squishy and cuddly instead of boney and sickly. I'm actually kinda hot. So there, world! It is not my body I hate. It's the fact that all the really cute clothes and accessories come in skinny bitch sizes. It's the fact that I look at too many fashion magazines.
So, friends, I ask you to be brave, and honest. Look at your body. What do you really think of it? Not what does the world think of it. Not what does the fashion industry think of it. Push everyone else's perceptions out of your head. Erase your measurements and size tags. And ask yourself - do you really hate your body?
Here's to all the big, beautifull, luscious, delicious, cuddly, soft, squishy, wonder-full girls!~
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