How do you think you look?
I don’t mean right now. I don’t really mean any specific time. I mean, in general, what is your opinion of you.
Can you look at yourself, naked, in a mirror, and say “Yea, I look pretty dang good!” ? Or do you cringe and wrap a towel around you?
If I’m being honest (and since this is my blog, I do believe I have to be honest) I would say I’m somewhere in the middle. I can stand, naked, in front a mirror. I can look at myself without cringing. But I think I see more of the bad things than the good. I see stretch marks from having a baby, I see a bit of baby pooch still, I see pale skin, I see pores and pimples.
Now, look at your significant other. When you look at them, what do you see? I see his broad shoulders, his smile… and all other things that I love about him. (This is a G-rated site, no in-depth studies of what I love about my hubby’s body allowed here…sorry ladies! )
We are our harshest judge. We see even the good things as bad. Justin said he noticed my legs first when he first saw me. I don’t even like my legs. I think my thighs are too thick and my butt is big. Although, of all things, I have to say having a bigger butt isn’t the worst. But, we never see the good.
Now that I’m a mom, I get scared. That I won’t teach her what she needs to know, that I will totally screw her up. But something that scares me, is exactly this. How will she view herself?
We use models and movie stars as the people that we want to look like. Models who are built like pre-teen boys and stars who stay 10 or 20 lbs too thin so when they are in front of the camera, they will look normal. Normal! As in, someone that eats and enjoys life. Not someone who picks at a salad and spends 12 hrs a day in a gym.
Now, I know anyone following my Fat Out Honest posts, may think I’m being hypocritical. But I’m not. I want to be healthy. I want to live a long life, where I get to enjoy Justin and our kids, along with the rest of our family. And I want our daughter, possibly multiple daughters, to see their bodies as beautiful, not to be picked apart and dissected to make “better”.
We use pictures of EXTREMELY fit women to encourage us.
But I think this is a bad idea. It’s setting us up to meet standards that aren’t always the best ones for us. Not only that, but why do we have to look like this? Does it make them more beautiful? No. I really don’t think it does.
Justin actually told me that he doesn’t want me to look like this. He wants me to feel like a woman, not hard like a man. I think that makes me blessed, to have a man who wants me to be exactly who I am.
So what will my answer be to my daughter when she says she isn’t beautiful, or that something is wrong with her body?
God doesn’t make trash. Who are we to question Him?
Be proud of your body.
Be healthy, be strong, be a woman.