My 2012 Body Image

January 5, 2012 at 7:38 am | Posted in Fashion, Fitness and Beauty | Leave a comment
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it would be awesome to only use funhouse mirrors

It’s a new year, and a new beginning for all of us.  A clean slate. A time to try to set goals and start fresh.  It’s time to start cutting back on all of the holiday indulgence and to get serious yet again about physical fitness and health.  This year, I am approaching all of this with a new perspective, one that is very difficult for women in particular to grasp.  I look damn good, and I’m working out/eating less cupcakes because it makes me feel as good as I look.  We all could use a little improvement, but really, I look good.

I’m not trying to toot my own horn, but I am honestly sick of obsessing over why non-stretchy jeans won’t fit over my ass, or how unflattering silky materials can be on a curvaceous woman.  The reality is that I am young, and with very little effort, I have been able to maintain a weight that allows me to wear a lot of clothes I wore back in high school.

I look good, and I’m not being cocky.  The truth is I am young, and many women ten years older than me would look at me, and if they hear me complain about my thighs, they will laugh, remembering their own insecurities, which are still there, and say how much better they had it when they were younger, how much better they looked when they were younger.

One day, I will be on the other side.  I will struggle to maintain my figure.  I’ll have children.  I’ll be tired.  My body will be less forgiving.  One day, I’ll remember how I looked when I was 16, 22, 25, 28, and remember how I used to eat 3 slices of pizza and not see a visible difference in my skin or weight.

It obviously is not going to get easier to stay in shape, so I’m going to start loving what I have now.  I will cut back on the negative things I see and say about myself and turn them around and look at the positive.

So while I will continue to be mindful of my health and fitness, I will of course set goals, but I’m not going to beat myself up. Not anymore.  Women are just too damn hard on themselves and it’s time to put a stop to it.  You are beautiful now. You will be beautiful tomorrow, even with the extra couple pounds in your midsection.

Real Women Have Curves (Or a Lil Somethin’ Somethin’)

June 23, 2011 at 7:35 am | Posted in Fashion, Fitness and Beauty | 1 Comment
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I'm sorry ladies, but you don't really look like this

It’s nothing new that women are obsessed with their body image.  Most of the conversation centers around whose fault it is and what the side effects are, never really reaching any kind of conclusion.  Whatever the case, whatever the elements are that make this the case, one thing is clear — most people’s perception of self is completely distorted, so it doesn’t really matter what you actually look like.  It’s more about how you carry yourself.

I was a skinny kid, always at the average height, really average overall, except for my butt, which has been slightly larger than average for as long as I can remember.  The beauty of having this “abnormal” asset (haha), is that it isn’t in front of your face all the time.  Sure, it’s on display for others to judge, but one’s hardest judge is often him or herself.

I developed at average speed, so other than feeling like I was too small in the bust area for a while (and occasionally now) I was never overly insecure.  At some point, everyone else started getting taller and I stayed the same height.  I didn’t think anything of it.  I have never carried myself as a short person and therefore am not often referred to as the short girl.

But somewhere along the line, I stopped being skinny.  I never became overweight really, I just became super curvy.  My butt remained larger than usual, and I got hips and thighs to back it up.  I basically became a woman.

But when people started saying things like “She’s got some meat on her bones,” or “You’re just thick,”  I was taken back.  In my mind, I was still that average skinny little girl, and I still carried myself as if I was average.    So of course, I became self-conscientious.  Who wouldn’t?  People were seeing me differently than I saw myself.  I began to wonder, “where can I lose weight?” as I looked in the mirror.  Okay, a pound or two here, a pound or two there, but how am I going to look like those skinny girls?

Those skinny girls, you know, the small group of people that seem to duplicate and surround you every time you feel a little bad about yourself?  Yea, those girls.

The truth is, I will never be one of those skinny girls, no matter what I do (short of becoming anorexic, but I love food too much).  Sure, I can lose a few pounds and tone up, but this is the shape of my body, and I need to embrace it.

Because there really isn’t such a thing as average, not in today’s world.  We are all so different and unique in our own ways.  We should always strive to be better, healthier people, but we should also embrace the body we have been given and carry ourselves with confidence, even in the face of ignorance.

Because we all have a little somethin’ somethin’.

For another take on this whole body image thing read Dezolutions’ post, Chubby Girls Nightmare.

Seeing the World from the Ground Floor

August 9, 2010 at 7:30 am | Posted in Life and Living | 4 Comments
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Cute heels that I'll never own or wear

It’s not easy being 5’2’’.  It’s even harder to accept that when you are in 7th grade, you’ve reached the end of your growth.  From now on, you will see the world from this level.

Don’t get me wrong. There are a lot of fun things about being short.  Limbo is easier, for starters, and it’s easier to get through crowds (though you may get squished in the process). And I’ve never had to worry about dating a guy that was shorter than me (well, ok when I was in 7th grade, I did date a guy who was shorter than me. Obviously he’s now caught up and gone beyond my height).  When is it hard to be short?  When there are crowds of people getting together, say in a concert venue.  If I’m lucky, I can peak through people’s shoulders.  Why do you tall people all stand in the front?  Do you not see us short people down below struggling to see?

Ok, I know what you are thinking.  You’re short, so why don’t you wear heels? I do.  But my tolerance for heels has gotten lower over the years.

It was great in high school. Platform sneakers and heels were in style so I didn’t have to pain myself in stilettos.  When I wasn’t wearing platforms, I would be wearing chunky heels, up to 3 1/2 inches high, sometimes 4.  This all changed when I got to college.

On one of the first days of school, I was going to get my books at the campus book store.  I went to a really big college, and since I didn’t really know the college bus system yet, I decided to walk to get my books.  I was an English major, so I didn’t have massive text books to deal with.  It was still hot there in September, so I wore a cute summer outfit with my 4-inch platform sandals.  These things were the easiest things to walk in ever, so I didn’t think it would be an issue.  I did, however, underestimate the distance and the shoes just gave out.

Another time after that, on New Year’s to be specific, I was out drinking with a bunch of friends. While walking on the street to a house party, wearing 4-inch black boots, I slipped and fell and almost killed myself (I was only slightly intoxicated…I think).

There were two more incidents in college where I fell (ok, two that I remember). One time, I fell going downstairs in a frat house to get beer – I actually caught myself on the step that time.  The second time, I fell into a basement party.  Talk about a grand entrance!

These days, I limit my high-heeled adventures to 2 ½ inches and lower. On the rare occasion, I’ll wear 3-inch heels, but they are likely to come off before the night is through.

There are the girls who will go with the pain. I don’t want to deal with the pain, or the risk of falling on my face.  There are some seriously cute high heels, and for those who dare wear them I say, you have some serious guts!

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