Okay, this is just a brief rant on womanhood. Let me preface this post by saying that I LOVE being a woman. I love how we can wear dresses and make-up one day and wear jeans, Timberlands and a fitted cap the next. The versatility of womanhood is AMAZEBALLS, but sometimes…..being a woman sucks. This is not for the obvious reason of it being “that time of the month”, but for another semi-obvious reason….BODY IMAGE.
So, the day before yesterday, I had a text conversation with one of my friends about how I really need to start hitting the gym harder than I have been because I have several vacations coming up and I have to get this body together. She then begins to lament about things that she would like to change about her body. Now, she’s about a size 4, and I’m about…NOT, so I’m like “You look GREAT, what are you talking about???” We then get to trading our opinions on what parts of each other we would like to take for ourselves, and vice versa. This leads me to my point…
No matter how big or small a woman is, we always find a flaw somewhere.
I am making a vow to myself from today going forward. Feel free to join me in this fight (Insert power to the people fist).
“I, ________________ resign to love myself no matter what. If there is a part of me that I am capable of changing, I will work hard to change it. If it is something I cannot change, I will love myself regardless. I cannot allow myself to sink into the bottomless pit of self doubt. I am AMAZING JUST THE WAY I AM (Bruno Mars voice).”
I know it’s a bit long-winded and dramatic, but that’s me, in a nutshell. I’m just making a promise to love ME no matter what, because I cannot allow this self-doubt to rub off on my munchkin. How I feel about me, will teach her how to feel about herself and I want her to see herself for the wonderful, smart, funny, talented, beautiful person she is.
Stepping off of my soapbox now…that’s just my opinion on why Being a Woman SUCKS…sometimes!