Monday, March 22, 2010
Dealing with My Body Image...or how I went from being JLo to Mr. Burns from the Simpsons
Even though by time I hit the magic age of 35, I had gained over 20 pounds and my abs had totally disappeared, I still looked good. My stomach was still flat and my butt was still stellar, at least until I got pregnant. Three times. The compilation of my pregnancies left my body unrecognizable. The only good thing that came out of my pregnancies were my children and my big boobs! I'm talkin the big Double Ds. That made up for the fact that my eyeballs couldn't even fit into a size 4...or 6...or 8...or 10. But I didn't have a body image problem. I knew I was chunky, and although I wasn't head over heels in love with my chunky self, I wasn't depressed or freaked about it either. So what I couldn't claim hot body status anymore! "Hey," I told myself, "This fat is only temporary"
Untll I raise tummy tuck cash or run into the fairy godmother of "make-the-fat flab dissapear", I will continue to buy my knock-off spanx, suck in my stomach and simply morn the loss of my beautiful - beautiful butt. Time to let it go!
The truth is I will never have that perfect body back. I just need to remind myself every now and again, that I am relatively fit and very healthy. I look nice in my clothes, and nobody (enter Jon my husband) ever complains about my naked body. It is all in my head - or mirror.
And those of you out there who really have weight struggles and body image issues, think of me, I lost those 40 pounds, I now fit into a size 6 and look pretty good in my clothes. And you know what, I still fell prey to the lie that it wasn't enough. But it is enough, and whether you are at your ideal weight and body shape, or whether your perfect size 8 has been transformed by life...you are enough. Let's take the pressure off...and stay out of the magazine aisles at the supermarket!