07/01/2020
Shame.
It's a word we are all too familiar with.
The shame that WOMEN feel.
Body shaming.
Have you been there, sister?
It's thrown at us from puberty throughout womanhood.
It presses down on you beginning in grade school.
My story went a bit like this:
11 years old - other girls: "she should wear a bra."
My response?
*begins to wear oversized clothes.*
Shame.
All throughout Jr high/high school days -
"you can't wear swimsuits; they are too revealing. They sexualize you. They make the boys stumble."
My response?
*covers up w/t-shirts and tankinis*
Shame.
16 years old - I wore a tank top to school. A girl who was less "chest-y" wore the SAME top - I was told I needed to safety pin the top, because my breasts were "inappropriate"
Shame.
Young adulthood - get glimpses of the po*******hy world - realize I don't *look* like all the women the guys *want*
Shame.
Young 30's - husband cheats on me.
My response? Comparison. Deep, painful thoughts of being "less than." Not good enough. But, I followed all the rules! I covered up, was "conservative" in the way I dressed.
I spent YEARS chasing the way society has repeatedly told me I'm "supposed" to look.
Telling myself things like, "once I reach "x" size, THEN I will be . THEN I can buy a bikini. THEN I will meet the man God has planned for me. But, ONLY then.
Comparison is the thief of all .
I decided I'm So. Tired. Of. The. SHAME.
Why can't I LIKE who I am now?
Why can't I accept my body the way it is now?
To my sister who is a size 0 - I see you. You are beautiful. You have NOW.
To my sister who is a size 24 - I see you. You are beautiful. You have value NOW.
To my who is chasing her high school clothing size, or your pre-pregnancy size. I see you. You are . You have value NOW.
I have to CONSCIOUSLY make the DECISION to not hate myself after having that dessert and "ruining" my diet today.
You are MORE THAN a number, sister. You are MORE THAN what the says a should look like.
Today, I decided to throw inhibitions to the wind and I bought the damn !