I'm a girl. This means I have body image issues. I'm not sure if this is a global thing, but I think I can safely say it's at least an American thing. Like I talked about on Friday, girls are constantly being told that what they are isn't enough. It's hard to come away completely unscathed.
Now, my body image issues are definitely not as bad as some. I usually like what I look like, and I'm mostly aware that my appearance should not be top priority, nor should it be a major criteria in summing up my value as a person.
But I have my days, too.
They are the days I wish I wasn't so...flabby, squishy, and all around human. I think to myself, "I wish my tummy didn't squish out when I sit down. I wish my arms didn't jiggle when I wave. I wish my behind wasn't so...epic. Some things should NOT be epic."
These are not unique thoughts, I'm sure, but I've been thinking about them lately. I mean, what I'm wishing for is impossible. I'm basically saying I want to be something other than human flesh. Like plastic, without give. No—I'm serious. I think maybe a lot of people feel the same way, and it's something that has to stop.
Have you ever seen an athlete in slow motion? You know, like when they do the 100 meter dash in the Olympics? They...jiggle. You know they do! They jiggle all over the freaking place! Because they are made of flesh. Sure, muscles are hard when flexed, but they're still soft, even squishy, when not.
I've been doing a lot of yoga lately, and the video series I use has this beautiful, fit woman as an instructor, of course. And guess what? Her tummy pooches out when she folds forward into some poses. Why? Because that's what stomachs DO!
With all the plastic images thrown at us, I wonder sometimes if we think these perfect looking humans have achieved some sort of cellular transformation, in which the composition of their skin has become stone or plastic. I think we forget that humans—even thin ones—are squishy. Flesh is flesh. It's a lovely thing! Even if you drop those 10 pounds you wish you didn't have, you'll still be a human being.
This is a good thing. Being human is cool.
Today I'm embracing my squish, reminding myself that it won't ever go away and that's not such a bad thing. Please feel free to join me.