My body is far from society’s idea of “perfect.” My six-pack is covered by a few layers. My thighs touch when I’m standing. I still have to struggle into my favorite pair of jeans because of the “little extra” I have in the back. I’m nowhere near a Victoria’s Secret model’s body. For a long time, I was not okay with that. All I wanted was to be stick thin. Bones jutting out. No flab anywhere. Perfect.
After years and years of trying to obtain this “perfect” body by starving myself and restricting many “bad” foods, I have finally come to the realization that I already have my perfect body. I have the body I was meant to have. I have the body that gets me through day in and day out. There is no point in me wishing for something that is very difficult, if not impossible for my body type, to obtain.
Society has tried to convince us that we are not complete unless we look a certain way, and I’m here to tell you that I don’t believe that. I believe it is important to embrace your body as it is.
Sure, if you are into achieving a higher level of physical fitness, so be it, that’s great! As long as you aren’t doing so in an obsessive way and as long as your goals are realistic and are fueled by a healthy and balanced food intake. All exercise programs should be passed by your doctor first, especially if you have a history of an eating disorder, just to be sure your body is ready. I mostly workout for physical fitness and stress release. Not to look like a stick-thin model.
So let me tell you about my perfect body.
I love my feet. Although larger than some, they take me where I need to go. They allow me to stand for hours in the kitchen while I cook. They let me browse the downtown farmer’s markets. Despite the pain they sometimes feel after a long day, without them, it wouldn’t be so easy to get around.
I love my legs. They are strong, and they propel me in my continual strive to become a runner.
I love my butt. The little extra padding is actually quite nice, considering all the sitting I must do from 9-5. Without it, I wouldn’t be so comfy. Without it, my jeans wouldn’t look so good. Without it, I’m not sure I’d turn heads. 😉
I love my stomach. It makes the perfect pillow for my son and my Honey. Where would they lay if I didn’t have a little pooch?
I love my breasts. Sure they aren’t the same as they were 6 years ago, but they are a great reminder of my entry into motherhood.
I love my arms. They are strong. They help me to whisk with vigor. They help me carry fifteen grocery bags in from the car at once. They give some of the best hugs. Who wants a bony hug? No one in my family!
I love the wrinkles in my face. The mark all the smiles I have given. The laughter I have outbursted. The winks to my honey across the room. The worrying I have done for my beautiful son. The life I have lived thus far.
My body tells my story.
What do you love about your body?