The knee bone’s connected to the…
I, like most of you, have an over idealized view of beauty when it comes to myself, actresses, women on the street, you name it. We’ve been programed our whole lives to have this view. Skinny, almost to the point of anorexic, perfect hair, flawless skin, Barbie like proportions, and despite all my beliefs not to fall for it, I do. I look at myself in the mirror and I think I want to look like Kate Hudson. I constantly have to remind myself that the women we see in ads, in movies, on TV have a job to do, and part of their job is to work hard to look the way they look. My job is to be me, and be proud of it, so that my daughter will do the same.
But when I do look at my daughter I see sheer beauty. Yes, she is classically beautiful, and that is not just this mother saying so. But I’m not talking about her face, or her perfect little proportions. And as beautiful as she is on the inside, I’m not talking about that either. I’m talking about the mechanical work of her body. I’m in complete awe. I can see her muscles forming and growing stronger as she learns how to do more things. I look at her and I see what the body was built for doing. I see that she listens to her body and eats what she needs to and then stops. She pushes herself to strive for more physically because it’s fun and why not try, and then she listens to herself when she suspects it might be just a toe over the line.
I often wonder when I lost the ability to truly listen to my body. How has that instinctual message gotten lost? I know when I’m starving, but I don’t know before then. I know when I am exhausted (okay I’m a working mom, I’m always exhausted). I know I should try to push myself during my workouts, but then I feel tired and I don’t. In other words I don’t listen to the mechanics of my body. I think part of the awe I have for my daughter and her body is that I see it as it should be. I see real beauty in how the human body was designed. I want to treat it with the utmost respect. I want it to function at the highest performance not just because I love and respect my daughter, but because that’s what we should do. We would with a luxury car, with our house, so we should with our bodies as well.
The next question, then, is why don’t we feel the same way about ourselves. Why don’t I see my body as this perfect, amazing machine and all the things it is capable? Why don’t I treat it with the same respect I would a Lexus? I have no problem shoveling a bag of Cheetos into my mouth instead of premium gasoline (sorry peas and carrots). Are the Cheetos so yummy that I forget to listen to myself? YES. When people/memes/FaceBook tell me to respect myself, and respect my body I think “ahhh shut up, I do.” And truly I do. I am proud of who I am. I do show respect for myself in a million different ways. I just fail to think of my body as a machine that needs respect to.
I’ll be honest, I don’t have a solution moving forward to do this. I mean I can think to myself with everything that I put into my mouth “is this respectful of my body” but then pizza is just yummy, and I’ll eat it. I have some strongly formed habits which have seriously outweighed my body’s natural ability to tell me to stop. I will, at times, think it’s time to respect myself physically, and I will work to break my habits, but it won’t be overnight. In the meantime though I will hold true to what I do love and respect about myself. I will focus on the positive. And the better I feel about myself the more it will encourage positive actions.
Posted on January 24, 2016, in Beauty is Confidence and tagged barbie, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, body confidence, Body Mechanics, Cheetos, Clean Eating, Exhuastion, Kate Hudson, Lexus, Luxury Car, Respect yourself, The knee bone's connected to the, Will Ferrell, workout, workouts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.