Body image and respect for your body doesn’t appear to come easily to humans. Large or small. Tall or short. I’m not sure I have met a person who could say to me that they have treated their body with the reverence and care it deserves for every day of their lives. There’s a pretty large blame game going on out there about whose fault this is, who started it and who’s going to finish it.
I’m going to finish it.
I just decided right now. I’m going to start with me. I will be respectful and kind. I will treat it with the care and concern I haven’t done for my entire life. That’s for sure. A cycle of dis-ordered eating has left my body ravaged with the scars of demons past. Too little. Too much. Always looking for something that was outside of myself, hurting the most precious gift I have. It’s something I regret. Almost daily as I wind back the clock.
Perhaps you’re in the same boat?
Your issue might be big or small. It may be that you cannot outwardly see the scars of disrespect. For you, it’s hidden. It’s a battle waged inside, more privately than the one I’ve faced. Publicly. I see it everywhere, in conversations with all women. An underlying dissatisfaction. An unrest. The biggest battles I’ve faced is within myself. Harsh words, unkind thoughts, crime and punishment.
And I’m going to finish it.
I think I start by being kind and reverent, whatever my body’s current state.
Hi! I’m Melissa Walker Horn. Around here, they call me Suger. I’m the Chief Blogger and doer of all the things here at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; I love a casual ootd, taking photos, and writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet over at Chalkboard Digital. You know, living the sweet life.
I’ve done wrong by my body too. I’ve stuffed it full of all sorts of things it doesn’t need. It isn’t the voice in my head that worries me though, thta voice is quite sensible, saying things like “you don’t need that”. No, my problem is my mouth, it just loves to taste and chew. Spot a cheesecake? My mouth is right there saying gimme, gimme. Devilled chicken wings? Gimme. Mashed potatoes? Gimme. I really should gag the traitor.
Haha. Love this River. 🙂
Thanks. It’s an internal battle and like any stuggle, a bit of kindness goes a long way.
Suger, I really relate to this blog post… I write (endlessly) in my diet blog about self-image and confidence etc and am a LONG WAY from where I need to be.
xxx
Nice post Melissa – finding comfort starts by honouring yourself
Thank you Liz. Absolutely it does.
It all starts with that voice in our heads. Changing the dialogue is the hardest part. Fantastic post and one all women should read x
And Men
Thank you. That little voice has a lot to answer for. For sure.