Recent incidents have brought to my attention that my beautiful, perfectly built daughter is suffering from poor self-image. Of course my initial reaction is WHY? She’s perfect in every
way, inside and out. When I listen to one of my favorite songs (P!nk’s song “F*ckin’ Perfect“), I want to grab her attention and tell her to listen to the lyrics. Sure it’s easy for me to tell my daughter she’s crazy for putting herself down, but then I have to take a step back and look in the mirror. I struggle with my self image too.
I have a wonderful friend who loves to constantly get onto me about my negative views of myself. Between one such recent discussion on the topic, and today’s March Blog Challenge – 15, where I had to come up with 10 awesome things about myself, I think I may have finally reached the full realization of just how limiting my view of myself can be. I believe most girls/women tend to berate themselves. Why? Well, I can’t fix the world if I can’t fix myself, right? So I am going to attempt to do just that, right here, publicly. I will point out my flaws, and I will also provide an affirmation to remind me of how beautiful God made me.
- I have VERY fine, straight hair. I have to struggle to get any style to it. But then I watch as many women around me with beautiful wavy or curly hair constantly straighten theirs to get what I have naturally. Recently, I’ve grown to really love my hair. The less I do to it, the more I seem to like it. What I like best about it? It is very silky and soft – so much so that even I love to run my own fingers through my hair.
- I do not have the perfect size and shape of nose that seems to be everywhere on models and actresses (but then again, they probably don’t initially either). Would I ever consider a nose job? Not on your life. You see, when my beloved Grannie left this world, she left due to cancer. I always knew her as a plump woman. The cancer depleted her body of all shape. The body she left no longer resembled the wonderful woman I loved so much. At her funeral, the mortician did a wonderful job of restoring her body to the Grannie we all new, with one minor problem – her nose was wrong. We all noticed it. You see, it seems most of the women in this part of my family all have the same nose – my Grannie’s nose. There is a slight bulb (for lack of a better word) about the top of it. For some reason, this was missing on the body that lay in the casket. But I am reminded of her nose every day I look in the mirror. It’s her nose. It’s my mom’s nose, it’s my nose. I would never change it.
- My face is not as slender as I would prefer. But this now works in my favor. When I was in my 20’s, life took a toll on my hormones, stress, whatever, and I ended up battling very bad acne – not as a teen, in my 20’s!!!!! I ended up on some serious medication to break that cycle, but I was left with some scarring. Now I don’t mind the extra fat tissue I have in my face, for it is this extra fat that smooths out those scars. Not to mention it helps smooth out the signs of aging as well.
- My body shape is what popular culture would call “thick”. This means I do not have a slender body. I never have. Even when I was a fit child and danced (ballet) regularly, I was never very slender. Unfortunately for most girls, our American society has cast this image in the magazines and on the screen that only slender/skinny is beautiful. I am happy to say more recently I am coming across more statements made by actual men that they would prefer a “thick” girl to a thin girl. I must admit I hate the way the word “thick” sounds. I would prefer curvy or something easier on the ears, but I am starting to appreciate it nevertheless. I have great muscles under my curves. I have a large bum, but I have a small waist to balance it out. I’m not thin enough to be a model, but my body weight has blessed me with a nice bra size. I am all woman.
- Yes, I have stretch marks. You probably won’t catch me in a bikini. But my stretch marks are badges of honor. They are from carrying my two precious babies for 9 months each. My greatest blessings. Given the choice to have a perfect body or to have children, I would choose the children every time. They are my life. The scars are my reward for carrying out the miracle of life.
Ironically as I type this, James Blunt’s song “You’re Beautiful“ has started playing. An affirmation from Above? Perhaps. But I hope by realizing all the positive aspects about myself, I can help other women realize just how beautiful they really are as well.