This is my body And I live in it…..
It’s changed a lot since it was new
It’s done stuff it wasn’t built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is
I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me
I never imagined that I would write a blog for I Heart My Body…The truth is I don’t think I can ever remember hearting my body. But this whole day while I have been reading the amazing and beautiful and inspiring blogs I have had the above verse from the Tim Minchin song “Not Perfect” in my head.
I’ve been a big girl my whole adult life. Big, Plus sized, Chubby, Curvy and the most telling of all F words….FAT! I think though when picking words my favourite was the one that a 4 year old girl girl that I taught swimming to used when terrified and clinging to me “Oh you’re SQUISHY”. Squishy what a delightful word there was no nastiness in her word no hidden meaning just truth.
I have thought so much today about all the horrendous things I think about my body everyday really I just don’t show my body love and the irony of it is I show everybody elses sooo much love (wow Rach that just makes it sound like you are a bit of a whore). I give people compliments everyday I am a frequent complimenter and I always mean it so why can I not show myself some love.
Today I decided to try to change my thinking, today I decided that:
I heart my munchkin hands because they helped guide scared little kidlets into water when I was teaching swimming.
I heart my arms because regardless of how big they are they give my nephews and nieces cuddles and love.
I heart my jellybean scar because it reminds me of being told by a doctor that the infection in my body was so bad I could have died – I heart my body for getting through that.
I heart my squishiness because it provides my husband with warmth and comfort.
I heart my breasts for being full and luscious (cannot believe I just said that) and for staying in the same place even without a bra on.
I heart my feet for the miles they’ve walked and I heart my legs for the leaps they’ve danced.
I heart my eyes for smiling when I laugh and I heart my ears for their supersonic hearing.
But mostly I think that:
I heart my heart because it is so overwhelmingly full of love and kindness and fills my body with blood so that I am able to heart everything else.
This is my body
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
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