This weekend was by far one of my favorites. No I didn’t go on amazing adventures or change anyone else’s life. I stayed at home, watched a movie, took accidental naps and talked to an amazing guy. All without doing a damn thing to my hair or putting on make-up. It was glorious. I even walked passed my mirror naked today and was like… yeah okay. I like that. ;)
As I’ve said before… I’m new to body acceptance. I was never the type of person to show off my body or to even list anything besides ‘eyes’ or ‘hair’ to the “What do you like most about yourself?” questionnaire. My mother taught me at a young age to be a private person, to not flaunt something that was defective, to hide myself. Meghan was a good student. I never showed off my fat belly, my dimpled thighs, my stretch marks. I picked clothes that were baggy and didn’t fit too close to the body. I hid behind my books and my sadness and my self-destruction. Meghan was a great student.
It wasn’t until recently that I actually took a look at my body and found things I didn’t hate. I stared in mirrors that showed off below my bust. I took pictures and film of how my body truly looked in the light. I saw the same fat belly, dimpled thighs, countless stretch marks… but they weren’t as scary as they used to be. They weren’t horrific to look at. They were still flaws… but my flaws. To be human is to BE flawed and for the first time I was so happy to be human.
The moment of when you realize self-love… well, there’s nothing that can beat it. It’s a feeling that fills you up inside with such pride and acceptance and enjoyment. It makes you giddy to know that you love yourself, you’re happy with who you are and that you don’t need validation from someone else to make you feel worthy.
“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” Bullshit. Acceptance is a mighty fine cuisine. The sustenance that I take from loving myself is more than body-shaming can ever give me. The gratification of just being able to look at myself in the mirror and smile because my messy hair and puffy lips look ADORABLE is nourishment enough. You can take your ‘skinny’ and shove it. It’s just a meaningless term to me.
This weekend was all about loving myself and being appreciative of who I am as a person. I made a list of things that I liked about myself. I suggest you make one too. Celebrate what makes you YOU. <3
I know, I know TL:DR. To sum this all up? Love yourself.
x Meghan
(via redefiningbodyimage)
