So, yesterday’s post was about teaching my girls that being healthy is what matters, and healthy doesn’t have a size. Today’s post? Well, I have more confessing to do. Specifically, I’m also teaching my girls, albeit accidentally, that negative self-talk is acceptable and appropriate.
I say things like, “UGH! I’m so fat!” or “UGH! I’m so OLD!” So why am I surprised to hear Lenna say the same things? (Well, she doesn’t say she’s old, but she DOES say she’s fat. Look at that girl. She’s beautiful!) Why is it stunning to me that Lenna doesn’t think she’s one of the prettiest girls alive?
I mean, what else COULD I expect when I say the things I do about myself? I’ve taught her that it’s a-okay to pick yourself apart. I’ve taught her that if your hair or your body or whatever aren’t in line with society’s standards, you’re just not that attractive. Of course these girls are never going to achieve perfection - no one does. Not even the dozen or so broads who are supermodels.
My friend, Mel, writes about…well, she writes about lots of stuff really. (Ever heard of The Ruckus? Yeah, THAT Mel. I know!) But yesterday, she wrote about her experience with disordered eating and the mindset that goes along with being a fat chick in our society.
Mel is a badass. She’s overcome the idea that being fat means you should be ashamed. She’s overcome the idea that everyone everywhere will judge her for being overweight. She’s overcome the idea that size is the same as worth as a person. Like I said, Mel is a badass.
So, I’m going to take Mel’s advice about this. I’m going to stop talking shit to myself. First, no one deserves to hear the kind of things I say to myself. Second, I die a little each time I hear Lenna say something bad about herself, and if I want her to quit that shit, I have to quit that shit, too.
Starting today, there’s not going to be any more talk of what size I am, how much I weigh, etc. Those things shouldn’t matter, and I’m done letting those things tell me what I can or can’t, should or shouldn’t do. I’m pretty frigging hot, regardless of size, and it’s damn well time I embrace that.
Anyone who doesn’t agree? Well, fuck ‘em. They don’t matter anyway. Also? Thanks to Mel and Missy for everything they do to force me to see how terrific I am. <3
So, yesterday’s post was about teaching my girls that being healthy is what matters, and healthy doesn’t have a size. Today’s post? Well, I have more confessing to do. Specifically, I’m also teaching my girls, albeit accidentally, that negative self-talk is acceptable and appropriate.
I say things like, “UGH! I’m so fat!” or “UGH! I’m so OLD!” So why am I surprised to hear Lenna say the same things? (Well, she doesn’t say she’s old, but she DOES say she’s fat. Look at that girl. She’s beautiful!) Why is it stunning to me that Lenna doesn’t think she’s one of the prettiest girls alive?
I mean, what else COULD I expect when I say the things I do about myself? I’ve taught her that it’s a-okay to pick yourself apart. I’ve taught her that if your hair or your body or whatever aren’t in line with society’s standards, you’re just not that attractive. Of course these girls are never going to achieve perfection - no one does. Not even the dozen or so broads who are supermodels.
My friend, Mel, writes about…well, she writes about lots of stuff really. (Ever heard of The Ruckus? Yeah, THAT Mel. I know!) But yesterday, she wrote about her experience with disordered eating and the mindset that goes along with being a fat chick in our society.
Mel is a badass. She’s overcome the idea that being fat means you should be ashamed. She’s overcome the idea that everyone everywhere will judge her for being overweight. She’s overcome the idea that size is the same as worth as a person. Like I said, Mel is a badass.
So, I’m going to take Mel’s advice about this. I’m going to stop talking shit to myself. First, no one deserves to hear the kind of things I say to myself. Second, I die a little each time I hear Lenna say something bad about herself, and if I want her to quit that shit, I have to quit that shit, too.
Starting today, there’s not going to be any more talk of what size I am, how much I weigh, etc. Those things shouldn’t matter, and I’m done letting those things tell me what I can or can’t, should or shouldn’t do. I’m pretty frigging hot, regardless of size, and it’s damn well time I embrace that.
Anyone who doesn’t agree? Well, fuck ‘em. They don’t matter anyway. Also? Thanks to Mel and Missy for everything they do to force me to see how terrific I am. <3
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