See my reflection full of curves and soft places that serve to comfort my child and turn on my husband even when I can’t see past the cellulite and society’s ideals?
Know that I feel good when I focus on nothing but that: how I feel.
Fuck the scale. Screw the BMI. And to hell with what anyone else thinks.
If I feel
good, I also feel worth my own efforts to treat myself right, eat right for MY
body, go snow shoeing the 1/2 mile total to and from the mailbox in three-foot deep unpacked snow instead of driving because it’s fun, not because I have to exercise. Taking the focus off of how I feel
and putting it on meeting goals and keeping resolutions and pressure to make good on promises
doesn’t do anything but backfire.
Always. Why? Because it’s like putting a band-aid on a wound so deep you need stitches. Pretty soon, you need another band-aid and then pretty soon you run out.
Maybe this isn’t good enough because according to the BMI scale I happen to be a fatass and the insulin resistance and hypothyroidism aren’t doing me any favors.
Maybe you think I just need to eat less and exercise more. Maybe you think this is all just a creative excuse to stay fat and my attempt to convince the world that obesity is the way to go because that’s obviously what I’m promoting. Maybe…
You can think what you want. But guess what? It’s my brain that tells my eyes how to react to the body they see in the mirror.
So, you can think what you want, because if the size of my ass ruins your day that’s on you. I’m too busy waking up every day working on loving this body - and to do that I have to love myself to treat my body right, and not worry about the inside of your head, too.
Say it with me, readers: My reflection. My perception. Nothing.Else.Matters.
Just The Way We Are.
Now say it again. Stop when you believe yourself. I’ll be waiting.