Due to some major life changes, I recently moved back in with my mom
I’m 28 years old.
With this major life change comes additional roommates: my brother and sister.
They’re 17 years old.
And yes they are twins (that always seems to be the immediate follow-up question).
Not only do I feel old when I try to explain to my little sister the area code rule through song she can’t make reference to, but now weight is the number one topic of choice.
Constantly being surrounded by two women (occasionally three when you add in my older sister’s visits) conversation inevitably turns into confessions of eating cookies and Doritos while passionately grabbing an area of our bodies with both hands and looking angry. (My area is the outer thigh.)
I forgot how toxic it is to be around other women. We’re constantly criticizing ourselves and (even worse) each other on our flaws.
And I’m guilty of even using the term flaws to describe my outer thighs. It’s negative connotation only reinforces my need to be self conscious.
The fact is, my outer thigh is my outer thigh. As much as I hate it, it’s my body and I love my body. This need for us to find “flaws” in ourselves is mind boggling to me.
I earned the little definition I put into my body. True I could put more work, but who the fuck cares? Really? As cheesy as this sounds, your body is your temple, love it, embrace it, grab parts of it passionately and be proud of it.
No angry face this time.
I work out because it makes me feel better at the end of the day. Not because I want to lose weight.
My point is, instead of being around the women you love and have superficial conversations about what you want to improve, look at yourself and really embrace the body you have. Tell yourself what your proud of. Tell them what to be proud of and you MAKE them take that compliment.
Both of my sisters have amazing legs I would kill for, shoulders of athletes, and thin ankles (I don’t want to talk about that one).
Think positively of your body. You’re the only one with it. Every dimple, every scar, every “pooch” is yours and yours only. And that’s what makes you beautiful.
And Kudos to anyone who picked up the Ludacris and Nate Dogg reference.
Til next time friends.