An anonymous commentor dropped this one into the suggestion box:
Wondering if you’ve ever thought about/written about body hair. I’ve noticed that, despite my inclination to be completely fine with it, I’ve changed what I will/won’t wear in the summer to hide the fact that I don’t shave my armpits. Last year, I bought several short sleeved sweater/shrugs to wear over sleeveless dresses even though I usually internally bemoaned the fact that we’re an anti-hair society. Also, I go back and forth about leg shaving and if I’m supposed to hide it or own it.
Originally posted 2011-06-21 06:20:58.
Happiness is hard. I don’t want it to be, but it is. Growing up I took my happiness for granted, sauntering through each day unencumbered by anxiety, self-consciousness, and doubt, never guessing that once I finally became an adult I’d often struggle to feel content, joyous, and serene. The adult world is full of debt and responsibility, comparison and fear, confusion, judgment, tough decisions, and failure. The adult world can transform happiness into a rare commodity, and many of us struggle to capture it.
Originally posted 2011-07-06 06:12:01.
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.