Nothing throws me off more than listening to two gorgeous young women talking about body issues. Listening to them talk about the faults in their bodies, the ugly bits and pieces and what they would love to have changed. It makes me sad.
Today I overheard two young women talk about all the things they thought were wrong. And funny enough for some reason the post I’m about to share as Blast Of The Past had a bit of traffic suddenly again today too. Coincidence? Maybe… but maybe also a reminder for all of us to not judge ourselves too harshly…
They just said on my favorite show in a report that it’s a surprising fact that women struggle so much with their body image… Are you serious? How can it be surprising? How can it be surprising that every woman, every girl who is not a size 4 develops issues given the fact that every woman, every girl in every kind of advertising looks like she is the perfect size with the perfect curves and the perfect skin (thanks to Photoshop of course…)? How is it a surprise that we question ourselves, our bodies, if cloths sizes suddenly are adjusted? So that even if we did not change weight wise we don’t fit in the size we used to wear for years?
Stop being so hard on yourself! See your beauty, acknowledge it and be proud! Have a little conversation with yourself and be kind…
As a Blast From The Past a little conversation I had with myself often in the past and some thoughts about struggling with our bodies…
“How much influence do mothers have on their daughters’ views of their bodies? A social experiment in the US shows how mothers often unknowingly share their own body image issues – an innocent comment about tight jeans or wanting to lose weight can impact a child and teach them to worry as well.”
This just popped up in my Facebook feed and I when the author of this at the end asked about our thoughts all I could think of was the word “yes”.
Why are you looking at me like this? Why are you so super critical? Who do you think you are? Now let me tell you something: I can see the disgust in your eyes. And I can see how you scan my body. Now I ask you: What is wrong with you?