starting today every woman on earth will learn to love every inch of her body. ah wouldnt it be great if every woman loved every inch of her body?
lol i wouldnt go that far. there are plenly things about my body that i hate and would love to change and holly: you will do it because youre beautiful inside and out
This posting gave me chills - I wish that we could all love ourselves. I know for me that it's difficult sometimes because I dont like certain things - sometimes it's my gut, or my skin is blotchy or something as silly as that. We all need to realize that we are beautiful forms of art that are perfect because we were made to be exactly like we are.
reason to do it right there. Culture jam the machine that tells us we have to look 19 and svelte to be worthwhile! the Diet Industry should become obsolete unless the focus turns to health. On that note, I took my son to dinner last night at Fazoli's, an Italianesque fast food place. Whole Wheat pasta, baby! some good might yet come of the new food pyramid. Loving every inch of my body except the eight inch strip that hurts today, and we are in negotiations. ;P
Thank you kj! I love the top of my head, as nappy and greying as it is, I love my eyes, even though they are swollen (because of our Malamute blowing his coat and the fact that my children insist on keeping a bunny in my house) I love my breasts, which served me and my dh and my children so well, with nourishment and entertainment, I love my Mama-belly, my furry Yoni womyn parts, my legs and my little feet.
right on! Sometimes I complain about having such small breasts, or I wish I had a cuter nose, but really I DO love every inch of my body. A lot of people call me concieted when I say that I don't care about makeup or diet because I like the way I look now. But it's not thier opinion that matters anyway. It's really hard to break away from the ideas society crammed into our heads about what is beautiful and what isn't. It's such an amazing feeling when you break away and smile at the girl in the mirror.
