I know many women have conversations in their heads with
themselves whenever they are looking at a mirror. You wonder at the pimple that
is on your upper lip that might ruin a nice pout in a selfie or about the scar
on your right leg that makes you feel uncomfortable to flaunt your legs. Like
that is not enough, you move on to ‘deeper’ things like when you touch your nose
and hold it down and wish it was slimmer. You press your forehead and imagine
what it would be like if it was less protruding. You stare at your figure
sucking your tummy in imagining what it would be like if you were to cut a few
pounds off or you play dress up wearing butt pads enjoying the image the extra
volume reflects.
Then you get some money and you realize your dream body is just a
call away, all you need is for you to call that doctor to book an appointment and you can
finally fix Nature’s error(s). Who chooses these bodies for us anyway? What is
life when you can’t stand to look at yourself naked? You get the breast
implants and discover a slimmer waist and a rounder butt will look better on
you so the excitement of the new breast implants is very short-lived because
the dissatisfaction you feel is still present.
Honey do you still think the happiness you so much desire can be
found in these body parts?
I am an advocate of going after whatever brings one happiness. But happiness is such a fluid concept, one
minute it is here and the other minute you can’t seem to find it. The happiest
people in the world are not the ones with the least problems, they are the ones
that have decided to let go of mundane things.
Go for whatever makes you happy but be sure the pursuit is worth
it. What happens if you are ever involved in a fire outbreak or an accident and
your body is scarred from that? Or Do you
think a blind woman’s problem is why are bosom is not well rounded?
Forgive my cynicism, I am just saying all these worries about having the perfect face, breasts, butts , waist , legs and whatever are just vanity.
As a teenager, I fought desperately to come to terms with how I
looked. In summary, every time I looked in a mirror all I saw was a scrawny
boyish budding female that looked nothing like the girl in front of the magazine
and therefore I enjoyed fading into the background wherever I found myself. If
anyone told me I was beautiful, I thought perhaps they felt the need to say
some kind words to me .My mum was such a sweetheart, she always said I looked
royal even when the image I saw in the mirror didn’t look like it. It took
quite some time to finally feel good about myself and I discovered that all
along the problem wasn’t the way I looked, it was my perception of myself.
I watched Jennifer Lopez discuss her insecurities and I finally concluded it has nothing to do with one's physical attributes. If you feel insecure 'cause of your looks, look deeper to find the reason why, you'd find it has nothing to do with your looks.
Dress well, carry yourself gracefully, life is not that serious, embrace the wrinkles that tell the stories of how long you have been on earth. Ignore the media's image of what a perfect body should look like, you are amazing just the way you are. snobbish nose, bow legs, round face, big lips, small lips, whatever , none describes you.
Live free.
Photo Credit:bodyandsoul.au
Dress well, carry yourself gracefully, life is not that serious, embrace the wrinkles that tell the stories of how long you have been on earth. Ignore the media's image of what a perfect body should look like, you are amazing just the way you are. snobbish nose, bow legs, round face, big lips, small lips, whatever , none describes you.
Live free.
Photo Credit:bodyandsoul.au
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