Raise your hand if you’ve always been 100% okay with your body?
Now raise your hand if you’ve EVER been 100% okay with your body?
…Okay. A few of you. Cool.
Body acceptance has been a big talking point over the past year, and it is great, don’t get me wrong. I think any one movement that focuses on appreciating yourself and being proud of what your mama gave you is a beautiful and empowering thing. We need more acceptance for ourselves and others, and we need to empower the next generation of young women to be happy in their skin. It is a beautiful and powerful movement…
…and I used to be terrible at it. But not anymore!
Now, I could tell you that my body insecurities started after I had my children and I had some extra junk in my trunk and a few new pooches and stretch marks, but that would be a lie. My body insecurities started before I understood what insecurities were. Being a little girl in a leotard comparing my body to the other little girls, or wearing a T-shirt over my bathing suit at the pool, or doing anything to avoid the doctor’s office because I knew that there was a scale there that I’d have to get on. My insecurities started before puberty, and only went into hyper speed after that. By the time I had my children and things were saggy, tiger striped, and puffy, I was holding on to whatever self-esteem I had left for dear life!
The truth is, I wanted to not only accept my body, I wanted to love it! My body is healthy. My skin sags a bit because I have 3 human beings in this world that I personally created. I have wobbly bits from gaining and losing weight too many times to count. The wrinkles on my face come from laughter and a life well lived. Hell, even the scar on my right leg comes from one of the greatest times of my entire life! You don’t need to know the details about that one. Just take my word for it.
What I used to forget is that my body is a vessel that takes me from place to place, adventure to adventure, and is the foundation of my ability to experience life. It might not always look the way I want it to, smell the way I want it to, or move the way I want it to, but it is always there and without it, I would not be able to experience my life the way that I do. My body has created life, it has danced under the stars, it has done cartwheels on the beach, it has performed on stage in front of hundreds of people, and it hugs my loved ones. It is pretty great. I used to be terrible at recognizing that, but not anymore. Once I realized that, I started taking much better care of it, and it’s what I share in my program, Stop Eating Crap!
Your body is the unsung hero of your life. It takes a lot of flack, and it is time you give back.
Accept your body as it is right now. Give yourself a pat on the back today. Thank your legs if you have them. Smile at your wrinkles if you see them. Rub your belly and smile if it is full. Your body is the living example of how lucky you are in our own way.
Honor it. Cherish it. Take care of it! It…and YOU…deserve it.
Do you accept your body as it is, or do you struggle with loving it? Please leave a comment and let me know!
Wishing you a happy and healthy day,