“True beauty comes from within.” We’ve all heard that shit a million times.
Let’s be honest, we all want to look good in a bikini! But at what cost?
Looking back on my 20s, I was a complete shitshow. I did some awesome things, but the way I felt inside… I absolutely never want to go back.
I used to be so hard on myself. I would spend so much time obsessing over the perfect set of abs that it quite frankly consumed most of my thinking, actions, and daily choices. Gym, what I was eating, what I wasn’t eating… I absolutely hated seeing any fat on my belly. It’s always been the most critical part of my body. When I’d look in the mirror and judge myself, I’d look immediately to my belly as the indicator of success. What a terrible existence and waste of time…
Current statistics show that approximately 91% of women are unhappy with their bodies and resort to dieting to achieve their ideal body shape.
Unfortunately, only 5% of women naturally possess the body type often portrayed by Americans in the media… which is 5’10” and 120 pounds. The National Center for Health Statistics reports the average American woman as 5’4” and 169 pounds. (DoSomething.org)
Simply put, we are being setup for low self esteem, eating disorders, and overall unhappiness as women in this society.
I am 5′ 10″ and about 150 pounds. I realize I have been blessed with genes that gave me a long, lean figure but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had a messed up body image most of my life. I used to be obsessed with weighing around 125 and was bulimic for about two years in my 20s.
All I can say is, God I love 30. It’s the feeling. Maybe it’s just the years that have passed and the experience gained. Maybe it’s having carried a child and seeing my belly stretch huger than I ever imagined it could. Maybe it’s my rebellion against society and all the sick bullshit that’s projected to us on a daily basis. Maybe I’m just tired of women being portrayed as not good enough.
Whatever it is, I love it. Since grounding back home after my Peru trip, I’ve gained some belly fat and whole lot more confidence at the same time… Interesting, right? In my 20s I would have been purging my food at the sight of this perceived disaster.
The truth is, no matter your age, a rock hard set of abs does not equal happiness.
It may be a byproduct of what makes your soul happy (exercise), but getting your body to match an insane ideal of beauty as projected by society is never going to make you happy.
True happiness is within your soul. It’s a feeling. A feeling of balance… of softness… that comes with relaxing into life, letting go of what society tells you you should be doing, looking, saying, acting, and LIVING.
Imagine how much you could do with the energy you use obsessing over your body! Just take a moment and really let that sink in.
Eat foods that nourish your body and soul. Sit down to eat. TASTE your food. Eat slowly, let it be a sensual, pleasure filled experience. And remember that true happiness comes from listening to the calling of your spirit. Go within. Love yourself exactly how you are. You are beautiful and perfect. I see you. And your belly is SEXY!