And then I looked at the photo, had a WTF moment, & immediately deleted it.
I am not going to be posting a photo of my naked or semi clad body any time soon.
My body is strong - I walk (briskly, thank you) about 5 kms at least 4 times per week. I have produced 3 children, & breastfed them all (another post, another time). I have used & abused my body for long periods of time - that decade in my teens that I can barely remember, for example. At times my diet has been astonishing. I have half a thyroid, practically no stomach muscles to speak of, high blood pressure, & diabetes. I take a handful of tablets & one needle every day, & my body still manages to function in a viable fashion, living life & looking after a household of chaos.
So obviously I am an earth goddess of the home & hearth, so why, WHY? don't I heart my body?
Sad but true - I don't like the way my body looks. There it is. Pretty shallow, huh? Even my 6 year old will defend anyone who looks different "Everybody has a different look, Mum".
I wouldn't think less of anyone based on their body shape, their skin colour, their ethnicity, their sexual life, their level of education, their choice of car or even the way they vote, so why don't I apply that non discrimination policy to myself?
I think the answer is that I don't think the way I look accurately reflects the way I feel. Some days I feel like Lara Croft, some days like Sophia Loren, some days like Hilary Clinton, some days like Hazel Hawke. But I always look like a close relative of Jabba the Hut.
So, here you are. Slightly hung over after a massive Girls Night In. No makeup, apart from what is left over from last night. Haven't even had a shower or brushed my hair.
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| Oh take a joke! Image from here. |
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| The real me. |
Ask me next year.
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