Lately it’s everywhere, or maybe it’s always been everywhere and I’m just paying more attention these days. The same way I’m paying more attention to my weight as summer approaches and the clothing gets shorter.
But in the past month I feel like it’s been in my face, weight and women and society. It sounds like a terrible college course, doesn’t it? And I’m sure, enough has been said about it that it could fill a class.
In the past month I’ve heard on GMA, that the average American woman is a size 14, that a size 4 cheerleader was called “too chunky to cheer” and the CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch doesn’t want fat people in his store.
And it makes me angry. Why is a woman’s size newsworthy? Why is some ass backwards CEO’s thoughts on weight making headlines?
Why are we being told over and over again that we aren’t good enough. That we are too fat or too thick, that our thighs are big or that we haven’t lost the baby weight and so on.
Why are we telling women that they need to fit in a size 4 world when clearly most of the population is never going to be a size 4, and that is OK.
I have friends who don’t want pictures taken cause they feel chubby. And friends who have perfected the art of looking skinny in pictures. I have friends who exercise and diet into oblivion. I have so few friends who are just happy with how they are. Who aren’t criticizing themselves or running in circles trying to maintain.
I don’t have a single friend who isn’t beautiful. My friends come in all shapes, sizes, ethnicity’s and they are all beautiful. They are good friends, great mothers, hard workers, successful and smart. They make me laugh and smile and they make me proud to call them mine.
I’m sure you have friends like this too. And I’m sure your friends see you in the same light. I’m sure they don’t see the extra pounds or the flabby arms, they see you.
The same way my husband sees me, when at 7:30 this morning he felt it necessary to take my picture. And I protested cause I’m not a morning person, I wasn’t looking pretty. And he said, “you’re always pretty to me”
And for a moment I questioned it. How could anyone find me pretty at 7:30 am, I don’t even like me at 7:30 am.
But that’s the thing ladies, our husbands, our friends, our children and our families think we are beautiful, even if society and ourselves tell us we are not. And those are the people that count. Those are the things that matter, not a dress size or a number on a scale.
And I think the quickest way to a healthy life is to realize that you are enough, just as you are. And if we can all learn to like ourselves the rest will follow.