I think this is another post about body image or is it? Why is it so difficult to say positive things about ourselves? I can look in a mirror and at best I can think, ‘Yeah, I’m not bad.’ I look at my body and think ‘I guess it is ok.’
What would people think if you said, ‘Yes I am pretty’, or even I have a great body.’ Well for one people would think I am full of myself.
I am ever watchful of my ass. Is it too fat? Do my jeans make my ass look fat? Is my belly getting flabby? You know all of the questions that runs through a woman’s mind.
S. loves the way I look and he thinks I am pretty. I just think he is blinded by love. See the pattern?
But hang on a minute….
What is important? My ass, my breasts, my face…. none of them? As you age they change and nothing can alter that fact. I still find a sixty year old’s body beautiful. But really think about this, I like to think of beauty as in the heart, the mind and the soul. I think kindness is beautiful, intelligence can even be beautiful. Your actions and deeds can show your beauty. I try everyday to be good to others. I want to show kindness and positive thoughts.
I can look in the mirror and say you acted beautifully today and not feel like I am boasting. I can feel the kindness feeding my soul. These kinds of things are what you can share with friends.
To me this is true beauty, not how big my ass is. I will just leave the body watching to my darling S.
S. and K.