I have the body of a sex symbol. Did I mention that? Yup, I know – it’s tough being gorgeous and unattainably perfect….. small breasts, squarish hips, heavy curvaceous thighs and ample buttocks. ….Oh, did I mention that this was by 18th century standards?
Yes, if you were born circa 1768 you’d think I was hot hot hot!
Seriously though, I actually like my body. I like that it gets me around the place, and that it’s worked pretty well for the last 40 years, and grown three little human beings (no amount of stereotypical perfectness can compete with this, ever. N.E.V.E.R). I like how I can train it to get stronger, or more flexible, or to have more stamina. And I like that I could just ‘let it go’ when other things were simply more important, like being heavily pregnant. Or at times when life was just too busy, like having newborn baby number 3. But now that there’s time I like how it makes me feel happy when I swim, or do yoga, or ride my bike, or just snuggle up with my children reading stories in bed. Plus I like how it goes a little fuzzy round the edges after a long busy week and a big glass of wine on a Friday night. Mmmm Friday night, how I long for thee…..
Anyway, back to the present; Despite a recent bikini shopping trip which awkwardly suggested that my ‘top’ was 2 sizes smaller then my ‘bottom’ I am happy to say that my body is the correct size and shape – it’s MY size and MY shape, and I own it gratefully. It is a large carbon copy of my perfect 4 year old’s body; how could I not love it, having seen it on her?! This is the consciousness of my ‘body conscious’, and I hope you can love yours too! Big up your body beautiful!!
Please share your thoughts about your body in the comments x