Look at me. Trying to be sexy with my saggy boobs. God. I remember when my boobs used to be "Up Where They Belong." Now, they don't even START until about "mid waist". Awesome.
My relationship with my body is a complicated one. It's one that few people understand.
Learning to love and accept my "after 3 kids and a huge weight loss" body isn't easy. There's not very much to love about it. Infact? I can't think of ONE reason to love it. Sad.
But I can think of so many reasons that I hate it. I could go on for hours.
Sagging boobs.
Loose skin.
Stretch marks. (Everywhere)
Jacked up belly button.
Veiny legs.
Hanging belly.
I have spent a great deal of time crying about the state of my body. I've spent a great deal of time wishing I had taken better care of it.
It's affected me in many areas of my life and the hatred and shame I associate with it has prevented me from doing many things in my life.
Things like taking a shower with my husband (who begs me on a regular basis to do so), get massages (I have to get naked? Pass.), going to the beach with friends (Shorts? Tank tops? SWIMSUITS? Pass.). The list goes on and on.
I've gotten much better about not letting my body hatred keep me from enjoying life, but there are still times where I feel completely uncomfortable and unable to enjoy life because of how I feel about my body.
Even in Aerobic dance class! (ha! ha! HA! You thought, "Finally, a post where she doesn't bring up Aerobic Dancing!") There are certain moves that I hold back on because I know if I shake TOO hard, thighs will start slapping together and ass cheeks will shake furiously, building into a tidal wave effect that could quite possibly knock the Old Hag behind me out cold. So, I hold back (and wear a sweat shirt around my waist, to minimize the Tidal Wave Effect.)
I've been having long, deep conversations with my body recently. I don't want to hate it anymore. I want to appreciate it, I want to accept it. It is what it is, you know? I can't go back in time and change it. (Well, technically, I can, you know, through a little thing called "plastic surgery" but a) I can't afford it b) I'm too chicken shit of needles and of things like BLEEDING TO DEATH FROM A BOTCHED TUMMY TUCK, Bonus: Have you SEEN Carol Burnett's face? :shudders:)
I feel as though I'm on the road to making peace with my body. I know I'll never like the way that it looks. I know I'll always feel insecure and ugly when I see a woman with a beautiful body, but I refuse to spend the rest of my life hating myself because of the body I live in.
While I don't think I could ever say things like "Goodmorning, oh very large, sagging breasts! How do I love you? Let me count the ways!" or "Hello, oh gapping hole of a belly button, it's SO GOOD to see you!"
However, I do feel like I can make peace with my body. Like I can come to terms with the way it looks, the way it feels and be "ok" with it. I may never love it, but maybe, just maybe, I can learn to appreciate it.
Remember how I told you that I couldn't think of ONE reason to love my body? As I wrote this post, I was able to come up with three reasons.
How can I hate the very thing that gave me those beautiful children?







Hey...I think you look really good. You have done a lot of hard work and you are continuing that work. That tells me that you love yourself more than you even know...exercise is a commitment and you are doing it. Plus you know...being the Aerobic Dance Queen is hard work, too! :D