I’ve been teaching myself to shake off the constant messaging that I have to look sexy or beautiful or desirable to have value. My body has changed after I had a kid and as I’ve gotten older, so it would be all too easy to find things that aren’t the beauty ideal. But now when I look at myself I deliberately think something else. Look at those strong arms that can lift my three year old high enough to play airplane. Look at that belly which means I have enough food to eat. Look at those legs that can take me dancing. My purpose isn’t to look pretty for people, I’m here to do other things, and my body lets me to do them. Thanks, body.
I’ve been teaching myself to shake off the constant messaging that I have to look sexy or beautiful or desirable to have value. My body has changed after I had a kid and as I’ve gotten older, so it would be all too easy to find things that aren’t the beauty ideal. But now when I look at myself I deliberately think something else. Look at those strong arms that can lift my three year old high enough to play airplane. Look at that belly which means I have enough food to eat. Look at those legs that can take me dancing. My purpose isn’t to look pretty for people, I’m here to do other things, and my body lets me to do them. Thanks, body.
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