loving the belly…

I love my belly. I have to remind myself to love my belly but I do love my belly. I have to remind myself not to make that heavy sigh when I sit down and see it peeking out at me over my low rise jeans.  When will high rise jeans come back into fashion? That’s what I want to know.

I have to remind myself to love my belly whenever I get those side ads on my Facebook page giving me ideas on how to get rid of my “muffin top.”

I have to remind myself to love my belly whenever I get emails telling me the best way to reduce my waistline or increase my bustline or Lord knows…

There is no legitimate get rich program for the body. All the changes in my body took place over time, over meals, over snacks, over couch sitting, over baby sitting, over baby making. All the changes that take place in my body took time to build and if I want to make a change in my body I have to do it over time and with a lot of patience.

And patience? Patience comes with the reminder that I love my belly.  Maybe it’s not like this for you, maybe you have to choose “action” first and belly love second. You know yourself a lot better than I do, better than anyone does, really.  I have to remind myself to love my belly not because I never want to “get rid of my muffin top”  but because this is the belly I have now and forever, no matter how much of it falls over the top of my low-rise jeans. I have to start with loving the body I have because when I love the belly, I take better care of it. Reminding myself to love my belly or my thighs or my flabby arms reminds me that it is worth my attention, worth my consideration, worth my care. I am my belly and my thighs and my flabby arms.  I am worthy of care.

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morning reflections…

“It’s amazing how we will never really see ourselves the way another person sees us,” Riley pondered as we drove one morning. We’d been to a portfolio review for a school she’d wanted to attend. One of the assignments was to do a self-portrait. As I drilled her on what the teachers asked and what the teachers said and how she responded in each situation she told me that they really liked her self-portrait. I imagine this is what ignited the thought about seeing ourselves.

Since then, I’ve been considering this. Riley went on to talk about this idea that always see ourselves through a lens, good or bad, that we can never be objective when we look in the mirror or see a picture of ourselves. “Even on video” she explained, “we see ourselves through the lens of knowing what we were thinking just then. We know why we said something a certain way or why we moved a certain way. We know how we felt.”

I wonder if perhaps this is why it is so hard for so many of us to really embrace the person we are. We know so much about ourselves and yet we know so little. Do we know what draws other people to embrace us? Do we value that too? Do we know, honestly, what the person on the outside sees and should it matter?

I really like that daughter of mine.

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Oh the beauty and the sorrow…and the enneagram….

By now you already know that I love the whole online personality test thing.  While this DOES count as an online personality test, truth be told, I’ve actually had the full-on Enneagram test done and find that I am a flaming 4 without a doubt.  I like that about me…(spoken like a  4.) Enneagram