Mirror, Mirror On the Wall who is the Fairest of them all..
“Oh my gosh how can you eat that much and be so skinny” is by far the most annoying thing I ever had to hear. Who told you it was okay to comment on my body? Number one. Number two why does it sound like a backhanded compliment? Like they’re upset with the way I look. Unfortunately, I had no input on this body. I just fell into this skin, just like you did. Some people work hard to obtain a different skin. They spend hours at the gym or eating their feeling locked in a bedroom. Insecurities follow all of us. Hidden behind food, the gym, plastic surgeons, or bullying. So why is it still a thing?
It sounds stupid for a skinny gal like me to have body issues. How dare I, right? Deep down inside I know there is nothing wrong with my body, just like there isn’t anything wrong with yours. We just have a twisted way of actually admiring another human being. We taunt them using their insecurities against them, hoping it will diminish their self-esteem enough where we feel superior. Now you have won, but what did you win? Just another fallen victim to your own inhibitions. I’ll let you in on a little secret. If we all looked the same we would probably kill ourselves from the monotony. So stop hating and embrace the difference. Accept the fact that our skin is different but our minds are the same.
You know what makes me happy? This is going to sound weird. When I see a curvaceous woman loving herself. Why? That woman has to go through a lot of push back. Shopping at different stores or sections, people questioning her actions, wondering if shell lose the weight. In response to all that “haterade” she’s freaking happy. She is out there CONFIDENT! She has zero interest in what others think of her and has created her own stereotype. Now that is Beautiful!
I am almost there until I put on a bikini. I am still staring at a kangaroo pouch that never really got to do what it was meant to do, you know. I look in the mirror and wonder if I somehow walked into a fun house where all the mirrors are distorted. Of course, I could work out, eat right, or spend my entire life savings on the body I want. What I need to do instead is change my mind. It is in our minds that those distorted mirrors live. I need to look in the mirror and make it my bitch. “You won’t tell me how I look, I tell you! That bikini does not have you looking like Kourtney Kardashian on a boat in Cannes, and that’s okay. You’re not a Kardashian. They don’t even want to look like themselves. You are ALLIE! Now go out there and strut your sexy self”
A Confident Person Always Wins!
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