(Cross-posted all over the place, because I think everyone who knows me should read this.)
I wish that everyone could see me the way I see myself. If they did, I wouldn’t have days where I wished I was something I’m not.
I see myself as beautiful. I have wonderful proportions. My hips are wide and curvy. My shoulders are rounded and gentle. My hands are medium sized and extremely proficient. My scars are delicate, well placed and sparse enough to prove that all but one are accidents. My legs are long and shapely. My butt is beyond spectacular in shape, size, and position. My feet are big and give me a stable foundation. My ankles are of average strength and are very nice to look at. My chest is perfect. My belly button is adorable. My stomach is average, in a warm and fuzzy kind of way that makes me easy to hold and hug. My back is exquisite. My face is rounder and gentler than it was in my early years. My eyes are bright blue, grey and green-versatile. My eyelashes are average, they grow the way they’re supposed to and they protect my eyes from funk. My nose is average and the perfect canvas for my quirky little nose stud. My lips are just big enough. My teeth are teeth colored and straight enough for modern conventions, but imperfect enough to look real. My chin is small and rounded. My cheeks are clear and smooth and look ridiculously adorable when I smile or blush. My jaw is steady and strong. My eyebrows are separate and natural. My forehead is safely in the range below huge and above freakishly small. My ears are functional, small-ish and cute. My hair is ever changing, but always healthy, clean and well kept.
The fact of the matter is, I have a wonderful body and it keeps me going. There is so much that I do on a daily basis that wouldn’t be possible if my functions were inhibited by a less that awesome body.
And don’t even get me started on my mind. My non-physical self is beyond spectacular. Sharp, intelligent, witty, humorous, demanding and understanding.
I am wonderful.
Now, if I could just convince everyone else to see me.
See me without the filters that modern society has imposed on us.
In your mind’s eye is a vision of a woman. She weighs around 100 pounds and the only bits with any meat on them are surgically attached to her chest or sculpted on her backside. Her legs are a certain length and shape-closely resembling Barbie. Her eyes are large, her nose is small, her lips are plush and seductive or small and cherubic. Her stomach is washboard flat and her hip and collar bones are not just obvious, but painfully so.
I appreciate that that woman is beautiful, but she is not the only beautiful woman in the world. STOP judging every woman based on an artificial, photo shopped, unhealthy beauty.
Start appreciating humans. Real, honest to goodness, fleshy and imperfectly perfect humans.
And you can start with me, because I’m deliciously wonderful.
This is a terribly boasting post, but I want you all to know that you too are perfect. Each and every one of you is delightfully you and as such are wonderful. Know that you are loved and you deserve all the love and praise you have received, will receive and should receive.
Though I may never post on your page or pictures, know that I have appreciated your beauty if I’ve ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on you.
Even if every person in the world can’t appreciate the beauty of the natural world and it’s glorious inhabitants, some people do.