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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Beat up...from the inside out.

Lately I've really been getting down on myself.

And I wish I could just stop thinking negative things about myself, but we all know it's just not as easy as that. And I've been thinking, why do we do that to ourselves? Where did all of this negative thinking come from?? Did cave-wives do the same? I can't really imagine a cave-wife sitting in her cave-bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror thinking "Does this fur make my butt look big?" Or, "Wow, I have too much cellulite on my legs." Or, "My hair is a disaster today!"

It had to have started somewhere. Of course, I think most of us can justly say that we hold the media responsible for a large portion of our distorted body images. When they begin to say that being a size 2 is ideal and sexy, the rest of us normal 6's (or 8's or 10's) start looking down at our bodies and questioning our healthy "imperfect" bodies. I think a body is ideal and sexy and you're confident in it, and you're healthy.

Negative thinking is not healthy.

It is a plague. It is a disease that spreads and harms, and even kills.

Now, just because I'm writing this, I don't want you to think that I'm like...depressed or that I hate my body or something. It's just that, the little things that we pick at about ourselves is really frustrating. I look at the size 4, beautiful woman that works in my office, as she diets consistently and always talks about how she can't eat that cookie or that half bagel ever because she can't have carbs since she's trying to get her pooch off...! I mean, she literally eats the meat and cheese off the top of her pizza cause she can't eat the bread as well. Why?? Now, that's just ridiculous. Or when my incredibly fit husband looks at his legs and says he has chicken legs, or down at his tummy and says he has a "gut."

We all need to stop being unrealistic and so judgemental about ourselves and just live our lives a little fuller. I want to wake up every morning and look in the morning and think to myself, "I'm a beautiful woman."

Because, I am.

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