What if we viewed our bodies as allies instead of adversaries?
What if we didn’t wait until we’d hit bottom, but instead crafted our routines of self-care when we ALREADY felt great about ourselves?
What if we embraced positive body talk and promoted its use?
What if we doled out compliments to women we’d never met, and learned to accept the ones we received with grace and pride?
What if we accepted that actresses and models are paid to be slender and gorgeous, and didn’t make their looks the standard?
What if we decided that, fuck it, there ARE no standards of beauty?
What if we remembered that jiggly thighs still allow us to walk, that frizzy hair has its charms, that healthy, lump-free boobs of any size are gorgeous and sexy, that our “imperfect” bodies are miracles heaped on top of more miracles?
What if we saw our body-quirks as the things that define us, tenderly, specifically, and elegantly?
What if our thoughts and actions came from a place of love instead of a place of fear? Would our own precious bodies know and rejoice?
Let’s find out.