Since you are, no doubt, your own harshest critic.
Since you often look at yourself and see a mass of flaws.
Since your body-centric frustrations seem impossible to shake off.
Since constant self-loathing can exhaust you into depression.
Since permission can be key to unlocking self-acceptance and forgiveness.
Since you are so much more glorious than you realize and so much more worthy than you know, I am giving you a pass.
Today, whenever you look at your thighs and wish they were smaller, look at your wrinkles and wish they were gone, look at your reflection and wish it was different, I want you to think of me. Think of me saying, “YOU! You’re amazing. You are a stunning, luminous creature of beauty and there is no one else like you in this big, beauty-filled world. I see exactly how gorgeous you are, and I celebrate you.”
Originally posted 2011-05-26 06:17:06.
Reader G e-mailed me with this question:
What happens when your body has “betrayed” you by being ill? I really struggle with this. I often read that you should love your body for what it is able to DO rather than what it looks like (a sentiment that I agree with) but how can you do this if you are chronically unwell? I suspect that the answer lies in cultivating kindness towards oneself, whatever the situation, but it’s sooooo difficult.
I have no easy answers for this one. In fact, I’m not sure I have any answers at all. I spent most of my life being extremely, robustly, enviably healthy, but over the past few years I’ve dealt with some alarming and frustrating health scares, and been diagnosed with several incurable chronic ailments. And I’m angry. I’m angry that no one can help, that no one seems terribly interested in helping, that I’ve basically been told to suck it up and cope with these things that have diminished my overall quality of life, screwed with some of my most important relationships, and made me feel weak, damaged, and exhausted.
Originally posted 2011-04-25 06:12:57.
I have always suspected that there are tens of thousands of women in the world who hate their bodies. Writing this blog has confirmed my belief, if not my estimate of numbers, and I want to do everything in my power to help those women embrace their gorgeous bodies.
But when conversations arise about truly changing the tide, the focus often turns to girls and young women – the generations that are just LEARNING to hate their bodies, the girls who are sensitive and malleable, the young women who may be able to not-learn or un-learn before those negative messages get ingrained. And I’ll admit that I feel less equipped to advise and help tweens and pre-teens.
Originally posted 2011-04-19 06:18:05.