As you can see from the title, this post is going to be about body image and self-acceptance, something I occasionally like to touch upon between recipes, life updates, and nutrition info.
I write these posts fairly randomly; taking my virtual pen (fingers) to virtual paper (keyboard) when a streaming thought arises. Today, I had this epiphany, and I thought I’d share it with others here on the blog.
With all these New Year/new me posts going on, and pics of people posting progress of their health journeys/weight loss updates, I noticed a pattern: no matter how in-shape someone is, they usually aren’t satisfied. They always post about how much more they have to go until they reach their goals.
Goals are great. Taking care of yourself is important. But it’s also okay, I decided, while looking at myself in the mirror at a barre class (which is my fav workout btw) that it’s totally okay to not love your body.
If you do, that’s great. I’m overwhelmed with happiness for you (genuinely) for reaching a level of self-acceptance that so few people seem to do. But I also think it’s fine if you don’t completely love your body.
Personally, I don’t love every element of my body. There are plenty of things I don’t like about my image. I have monkey arms and legs, a flat pancake butt that looks awkward in many pants, and I’m an A-cup on a good day. My lowest rips stick out a little bit right over my Buddha belly, and I have an ever-increasing amount of wrinkles on my face, along with bags under my eyes so large you could use them to carry groceries.
So yeah. I don’t totally love my body or my appearance. But I’ve gotten to a place where I’m okay with it. Like, it’s fine. It’s just my body. I can tolerate it, appreciate it, and focus on other things in life, like school and work and being a dog mom. I think for body image, indifference is a perfectly acceptable and healthy place to be. And it’s a huge leap from being self-conscious about my body and image for years, especially during my many years of being teased.
I’m also at a place in life where I have enough perspective to actually appreciate certain things my body can do. I am very thankful for my health, and after watching my disable mother suffer for so long, I’m damn thankful to be mobile and be able to walk, do errands, and exercise without pain. My legs work. My arms work. My brain works. I have enough food and water available to me that I can function and not stress over obtaining these basic needs. That’s pretty darn luxurious and I can appreciate it wholeheartedly.
So I guess the point of this post is that if you think there’s something wrong with you for not loving your body, there’s not. That said, if you absolutely hate your body, that’s something you should definitely work on. But you don’t have to totally and fully love every inch of your skin to be at ‘peace’ with your body. That’s hard, especially in a visually-driven society that is constantly pointing out ways we could look better. Working towards accepting, tolerating, and appreciating our bodies can be good enough. At least, in my opinion.