Last night’s post has really got me thinking. Sometimes we can be so tough on ourselves!
I’m dedicating this post to BEAUTIFUL thoughts (or if you are a man HANDSOME thoughts), and to celebrating our bodies.
Merriam-Webster defines beauty as:
1 : the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit : loveliness
Last time I checked there were five senses, and the sense of sight was not the strongest, nor was it the most important one!
So, why do we put so much emphasis on believing that beauty is simply what we see or how we look? What about how we feel, or how we make other people feel ?
Beauty is so much deeper than what we can see on the outside.
I know. You’re thinking oooooo-K, Miss cliché! But it is true!
So often, when we think about our body, or of our looks, our thoughts go something like this, “I should have worked out longer,” or, “I shouldn’t have eaten that donut,” or, “I wish I looked more like Jennifer Aniston.”
But, what about changing that pattern of thought into appreciating what our bodies do for us? Just think of what we put them through on a daily basis????
In my latest Shape Magazine (Feb. 2010, Vol. 29, No. 6), there was a featured article called, “What I Love About My Body.” Six women shared how they learned to accept and embrace their “favorite” body part.
One quote really hit me hard:
You can ask anyone who knows me: I am most self conscious about my appendix scar.
In 2007, my appendix ruptured while vacationing in the OBX. I had an emergency appendectomy once I returned home– almost three days after my initial visit to the hospital at the beach where I was told I had a stomach virus.
To this day, the scar is wide, lumpy, and pink.
But rather than thinking about this as an“ugly” scar on my belly, I need to learn to appreciate what the scar represents.
This scar represents strength and perseverance. I could have died, but my body pulled me through three days of toxins ravaging my insides. It pulled me through an invasive operation, and was strong enough to heal quickly afterward.
This scar represents love and dedication. It was while I was lying in the hospital that I realized how much it means to have friends and family who care and worry about my wellbeing. Larry and I weren’t even married at this point, but he held my hair while I was getting sick, saw me at my worst, and cooked countless meals at home until he found food that I could hold down… and he still wanted to marry me! My mom slept upright in a metal hospital chair, so I wouldn’t be alone at night. My aunt walked laps around the hospital floor at a snail’s pace with me, so I could get some exercise. And countless friends visited me from all over the state.
It is hard to type this and to not get a little choked up. This scar is beautiful, and I am almost ashamed for having hated it at times.
So, let’s take time to learn to love our bodies and what they are capable of. Let’s look at our scars and think of strength. Let’s look at our belly rolls and think of the good times that led us there! 😉
If we want to feel beautiful, let’s appreciate the beauty around us with all five of our senses. Take time to taste and smell the beauty of fresh grown produce, and of whole grains baking in an oven. Take time to listen to the beauty of children singing, birds chirping, and of our loved ones talking. Take time to feel the strength of our bodies, and of being loved. Take time to look at the beauty that is already around us, and appreciate what we have.
Makes it hard not feel pleasurably exalted in the mind or sprit, huh?
What do you love about your body? Are there things about your body that you are still learning to love?