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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Body Image

At the advice of my husband, today's post is going to be a bit rambly. It's something that I've been thinking a lot about lately and something that I have sort of posted about before. 



Body image.

I can't tell you the number of times I have written a post about this and kept it in my Evernote. 

I think that most of us probably have some form of body image issues. For me, I hate my nose (stupid little bump) and I hate my lower abs. The first is something that I can't change. Well, I guess I could get plastic surgery, but I'm unwilling to do that. The second is something that I've worked on in some form or another since they were pointed out to me as being less than perfect by a family member when I was about 15. 

They told me that I needed to work on my core and my posture so that they didn't stick out.

Now I've always been skinny, and I was completely unfamiliar with feeling fat. But ever since that day, I can't say that I've ever really "felt" skinny. No matter how many times people call me skinny. Even when they imply that I have an eating disorder for being so thin. I still feel fat. I still check in the mirror every morning to see if they're any flatter. I still get frustrated when they seem to stick out no matter what I do. In fact, I changed the position I slept in for years in hopes that it would somehow make them lie flatter.
I've tried to make my peace with them over and over again. Deciding to work out to be strong, not to get rid of them. But it doesn't stop me from checking in the mirror. From looking at every picture to see if they look bad in it. 

It's something that I'll continue working on.

My thought here though is more about what we say to others about their bodies. I've had people tell me that my teeth are crooked, that I would be so pretty if I only did my makeup or did my hair, I've had them tell me that I'm too tall, that I'm too skinny, that I should do something to fix my cowlick. 

Nearly everything that I worry about how I look is because someone told me that it was a flaw. Before someone mentioned those lower abs, I thought I was nearly flawless. I remember looking at myself in the mirror about a week before they commented on them and thinking that I had such a nice body. I was lucky to have such a nice body. I liked the way that I looked. It didn't last very long. 

We shouldn't be telling each other what's wrong. If it's a real problem, chances are, they already know about it. If they don't, is it really something that they need to be self-conscious about forever?



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