I’m a skinny bitch. You know, one of those with a body like a model – ribs sticking out everywhere. If I gain a kilo I don’t get curves like Marilyn, I just get a pot belly. I wasn’t made like a voluptuous lady, I was made like a dancer.
Growing up, every magazine you read would say that the Hollywood ideal was wrong. You shouldn’t be skinny. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t what people looked like in real life, it was just wrong. Yet, I am skinny by nature and I think that’s perfectly right. That’s MY body. My gorgeous, wonderful body, which sustains me, keeps me alive. It gives me the ability to dance, to jump through puddles, to feel raindrops against my skin and taste all the tastes of summer, fall, winter and spring.
I was underwear shopping yesterday…or, well, I came across an underwear sale, so I uhm, ended up underwear shopping and as my sister said when she saw the stuff I bought: “Come to mama!” Indeed. Anyway, trying on all that stuff I had plenty of time to ponder my body. Now I’ve always been happy about my body, or well, in summer. In winter I feel like a pale fish, covered in layers of annoying clothes that I’d prefer to throw off and go jump in the waves… Point being: I am happy about my body, but that doesn’t stop me from time to time to wish I could wear something with a cleavage and show something other than my ribs, but with the years I’ve just learnt that some clothes look good on me, some don’t and therein lies the truth: play your cards right. Show off what you HAVE instead of sulking about what you don’t have. None of us know why we were born with the body we were born with, but it is what keeps us alive and the sexiest thing on earth is someone loving their body. What’s more – if you treat something with love it will receive the best treatment ever – you will eat healthy and exercise, pour natural lotions all over it (or even better: have someone else pour them all over you. Ahem.), massage it and so on, because that’s a gift of love and it will make it glow (and if in doubt: get Burts Bees Radiance lotion…did I mention this was the beginning of my nick name dizzy blonde? I thought I had gotten poisoned on a flight to Hawaii because I came out of the plane sparkling…hmm…).
We have this life, right, and it’s filled with choices. One of the choices we can make is how to treat our body and how to feel about our body. We can choose to love our body no matter what it looks like. We can choose to treat it like something we truly love. I’m not against plastic surgery – if you don’t like something change it, but don’t feel bad about it…not even the wonky bits. Appreciate them for being wonky, for making you unique. Love yourself. Be thankful for all the amazing treats your body is giving you….for your ability to hear, feel, taste, see…experience.
Often we don’t love our body not because we don’t love it, but because we fear others won’t love it…but maybe if you start loving it, others will catch on…just throw off your clothes and do the funky chicken…I mean, burlesque dance… (or actually: the funky chicken would potentially be more fun…)