The self appreciation society!
When you look in the mirror what do you see?
I see humongous thighs, a flabby middle, a nose which is too big for my face and fat, wobbly, spotty (thanks again pregnancy!) arms.
I see a fat girl trying to be thin. (Because essentially, this is how I feel.)
I am not fishing for compliments. I wouldn’t hear them anyway.
I am simply sharing with you a mammywoo tale of woe. A tale of woe, I am absolutely certain, I am not alone in.
Motherhood changes your figure beyond belief.
Womanhood changes your figure beyond belief.
You may run a marathon 6 times a year. You may never leave the couch (that’s me) but I would put money on the fact you still self abuse. (Because as The Irish one just said; women are never happy! Shall I hit him now? Or later? Or, god forbid is he right? )
When I shop, I find myself no longer shopping to buy pretty clothes, to look fashionable or to enhance what god gave me. (Yeah cheers for that oh wise one.) I shop to hide, all of the above.
The summer months fill me with dread.
How will I hide my thunder thighs and acne arms in a bikini? How will i hide my ridiculously long wookie toes in a pair of flip flop’s. How will I get away with my bingo wings when I am dancing la cucaracha? Do they do light weight tents as beach wear?
After a good discussion with the Irish One, and the possibility of moving to Alaska thrown firmly out of the window, i realised, maybe it is time to stop abusing myself. And have another look in the mirror.
But this time, instead of going in for the kill, I will look at myself, through rose tinted goggles. (Just to see if there is any change. I am talking rose tinted goggles here, not beer goggles!)
Yes ok, I am not Heidi Klum. I doubt the sight of me in a bikini would stop traffic (It might, but only if I used my arse as a roadblock) But at what point am I going to stop fixating on the negative and start focusing a little more on the points about myself that I do like?
And it’s not just body image either. I am constantly putting myself down for being thick, or being slow, or being a shite mother, or a bad cook, the list is endless.
So I am going to try something new.
Repeat after me, like a mantra.
Ignore the wobbly thighs, ignore the wobbly thighs… (You may want to do this under your breath if you are in Asda or somewhere public, you know, just to save yourself from a random beating off the lady walking in front…)
I have good hair. (Ignore the tufts, ignore the tufts…)
I have good bone structure. (Ignoring the spots, ignore the spots…)
I am in proportion. (Nuff said, nuff said…)
I am funny. (Ignore the tears, ignore the tears…)
I am intelligent. (Ignore the spelling mistakes, ignore the spelling mistakes…)
I can cook. (Ignore the burnt toast, ignore the burnt toast…)
Now it’s your turn! (Don’t you dare sigh! You knew this was coming! I am not doing it alone!)
I pose to you, the following question. (I have my professor head on now, which is good as I rock the Albert Einstein look. Ignore the bird nest, ignore the bird nest…)
When you look in the mirror, what do you see? BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF.
Now put on your rose tinted spectacles, GO ON!
Now, tell me, what do you see?
To put it another way;
What would I see if I looked at you? And what would you see if you looked at me? I doubt I would notice the things you beat yourself up over. And I doubt you would notice the things I beat myself up over. (I’m hiding my toes.)
So with that in mind, and summer swiftly approaching, I set you a challenge. (I am setting myself one so you may as well join me.)
Every time I walk past a mirror, or a window, or catch sight of myself in the reflection of the telly while picking up Woo’s toys, (everyone knows the telly adds ten pounds!) Instead of beating myself up, grimacing and heading for my biggest, baggiest black jumper, I am going to compliment myself.
And I am starting here.
I have gorgeous nails. (Oh god! It was so hard to find something then! Which, is exactly why, I know i need to do this! I need to give myself some credit! And so do you!)
Out with the self abuse! In with the Self appreciation! (We are the self appreciation soooccciieeettty!)
I am a healthy, vibrant (ha!) Mother who will look good on the beach, not because of my apple bottom butt cheeks, but because I will be carefree (so help me god!!!) and laughing, while trying to stop the most beautiful boy in the world, eating sand/stones/his toes/a crab.
Go on, you try it now please.
Tell me what your best attributes are.
When you look in the mirror what do you see? (Pop on your appreciation specs!)
Don’t you dare walk away!
Come back! You can do this!
One word! One positive word about yourself!
I think you rock.