My thoughts on seeking happiness by rewriting the ways we measure our own body image.
Forget everything today’s society tells you is the “measure” of ideal beauty. 90 years ago, super-models were much more curvy, voluptuous and buxom than today’s angular, stick-like women that clip-clop down the runway. In today’s day and age, the ideal figure would now be told to go on a diet and get her sh*t together.
That type of ideal forced on us to accept and swallow and aim toward is not only sometime unattainable, but it’s unreal. Something forced down my throat from a young age to model myself after, which I will never be able to look like, no matter how hard I try… that’s not my ideal of beauty. That’s my idea of emotional and mental torture.
I’m petite, a little curvy with some soft bits in places I wish they weren’t. But I’m healthy and I’ve taken the better part of 10 years to be moderately OK with my body as it is, as long as I know I’m working on it and trying my best to dress myself for my shape, stature and health level. I will never be an A/B cup, 5’6″ – 5’11”, with a 23″ waist and a 32″ hip line. I’ll never fit those jeans with a 32″ inseam. And, as I get older, it’s inevitable that my size 3 will expand to a size 6 or 8 or 10. But I’ve accepted it and I will make sure to focus on feeling as healthy inside as possible, and let that health and happiness radiate outward.
I will never be that milky white, leggy blond on those runways, or those tall, gorgeous Chinese models that the fashion world seems to be all enthralled with.
I’m okay with that. But how many women have reached that same level of acceptance about their body, health and size that I have? I’d go out on a limb and say not many.
It shouldn’t be about how tall or short or big your thighs and waist are. That’s not a real measure of beauty. Because, when it comes down to it, isn’t “beautiful” about how you feel about yourself, rather than how you compare to a set of measurements and specs? You’re not a car or a motorcycle. You’re a living, breathing creature.
Let’s throw out this stupid measuring tape notion of beauty and stop comparing ourselves to those thin, monstrously tall stick-thin figures that stomp down the runways in amazing garb non of us would ever feel comfortable wearing (or be able to afford). Let’s focus on how our body feels inside and how much we take care of ourselves by living a healthy lifestyle, exercising and treating ourselves well as a measure of beauty.
How do you feel today? Did you sleep well? Did you dream wonderful dreams? Did you exercise today and get your dose of oxygen and endorphins? Did you eat good meals that helped you age slower, live longer and think more deeply? Did you do things you enjoy? Did you wear an outfit you really liked? Did you use makeup that makes you feel bright and glowy? Did you have reasons to smile today?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, there is your measure of beauty for the day. Let THAT be your guide.
It’s a struggle for me, but I’ve thrown out my mental “beauty tape measure,” and I don’t intend to ever use it again. How about you?
Rock On, Lover.
Me ke aloha ~ With love + aloha,
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