Ok, now that I've gotten my 12 year old giggles out of the way, let's talk about my butt. If that didn't grab your attention, in combination with the above, you may be downright boring.
Butt really (get it?). . . I read an amazing article over at HelloGiggles today. Firstly, I love and admire HelloGiggles in all ways- it's a great place to read about nail polish art, great movies, and how to love your self. I digress.
It's no secret to those who know me well, and now to everyone on the interwebs, that I deal with some body image stuff. Our bodies and their flaws are unfortunately things that most ladies, from around the age of 12, think about/obsess over daily. It's made double difficult by the fact that I pretend to be other people for a living, now on camera. The real question for me today is, "How exactly do I convince myself of the following?"
"You’re not attractive because you look like the airbrushed neo-Barbie posing with a giant bottle in a vodka ad, or the limitlessly fancy red carpet starlet. You’re attractive because of how you tell a story, how your eyes crinkle when you smile, how you love a certain author so fervently, and any number of other trite rom-com clichés. Because there’s actually truth to those sappy monologues – the most attractive thing about anyone is what makes them unique, not what makes them blend in." - from the article
BODY IMAGE IS STILL A THING, APPARENTLY by Julia Gazdag on HelloGiggles.
I was an R.A. and and R.D. at the women's college I attended, which meant that I looked after lots of fabulous women finding their way in the world. And I put together loads of programming on the topic. So I've got every kind of mantra and affirmation possible floating around my head. I know the tricks, I know the psychology behind them. Maybe I know too much- it's made it difficult for me to believe it. The brain and the heart sometime have a hard time communicating. Here are some examples:
What I know in my heart: I am beautiful.
What I believe: I am a chubby troll.
What I know in my heart: I am slightly above a healthy body weight but am working on it.
What I believe: I am a a size 2000 and will never get back to my normal size.
What I know in my heart: That I am not attractive because of my looks, but because I am totally awesome.
What I believe: I smell like a toot, look like a foot and have the personality of a wet dog biscuit.
See what I mean? These may be exaggerations, and I am certainly in a better place than I used to be, but there is such a great discrepancy between what my heart knows to be true and what I tell myself. It's ridiculous, and I'm glad I recognize that. I'm telling you, awesome imperfection is where it's at.
How are you learning to love everything about yourself?
How are you learning to love everything about yourself?
