I want you to love yourself, today and every day. I want you to see how luminous, breathtaking, and flat-out gorgeous you are, just as you are. I want you to accept your body, and cherish it, and celebrate it with every breath you draw.
But I don’t want you to feel shame when you doubt that beauty or question that body. I don’t want you to find yourself wishing you were taller or bustier, and then spend hours self-flagellating. And I don’t, don’t, don’t want you to feel like a failure when negative body feelings crop up.
Originally posted 2010-12-29 06:09:44.
Ya know what I love? I love a slightly outrageous moustache on a gent. Now, I know that out-there facial hair is all the rage with the hipster dudes right now, and I get a kick out of that, too. But mostly I’m referring to curly-tipped ‘staches on older guys, sculpted facial hair on dads, and the like. Because I see that kind of personal grooming decision as bold and brave, a cheeky way to tell the world, “Hey, I’m awesome. And maybe a bit eccentric. And I don’t care who knows it.”
Originally posted 2010-12-22 06:33:54.
It’s taken me a long time to learn about my body. Both in terms of appreciating its lovely form as-is, and in terms of helping it look amazing as often as possible by wearing clothes that work WITH it instead of AGAINST it. And before I learned these things, I hid inside my clothes. Husband Mike and I even called a certain segment of my wardrobe my “hide-inside” clothes. They were oversized, bulky, thick, formless, and dark. They masked every lump and bump and I felt secure knowing that no one could see my supposed “flaws” through all that billowing cloth.
Originally posted 2010-12-15 06:06:19.