This is the last of the Hawaii posts, I promise, because I know it gets kind of annoying when someone keeps pushing pics of their vacation in your face, but I took these pictures last week at the pool with my daughter, and as I was looking through them for which ones to post on the blog, I found myself vetoing most of them because I didn’t like how my tummy looked…
But the more I thought about that, the more annoyed I got, so you know what? F*ck that. This is how I look. This is real life.
And, ya know, I don’t want to feel bad about my tummy or my thighs or my elbows or my armpits anymore. I’m over it. I remember being a teenager and going to the pool and thinking that I had to wear a t-shirt over my swimsuit because I thought I looked chubby, even though I don’t think I was. I was a skinny little 13-year-old kid! I looked normal.
It aggravates me to think that Connor Claire would ever feel that way about herself, so if there’s ever a time to try to set an example, might as well be now. I may not be able to fit into a swimsuit the same way I did three, four or five years ago, but — deep breath — that’s OK. This 42-year-old body can still run for miles and do a sh*t-ton of burpies and push-ups. It grew a child and then spent 37 hours in labor. It’s not perfect, but it works, so I’m going to celebrate that tum! Because it’s a wonderful tum. And if I don’t look like a model, so be it.
I don’t think this post really has a point. I just hope that if you’ve ever had one of those moments when you saw yourself in the mirror or in pics and immediately noticed your “flaws” (air quotes), you at least consider making a tiny shift in thought. Beauty comes in all shapes, all sizes and all walks of life. TV, magazines and social media (even blogs) — forget all that crap. We are beautiful, tums, bums and all.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,