ALL I SAWJanuary 28, 2019
Little boobs, flat butt, and a pooch tummy.
That’s what I noticed when I saw this pic.
I’ve always felt like my curves are in the wrong places. Like why can’t my boobs just come back from the grave and why can’t my butt just be bigger than my pooch?
“That’s what all the other girls have” my brain lies to me again.
(Seriously she’s a real asshole sometimes but we are working on it).
But all of this? It’s also a blessing.
YES A BLESSING.
A blessing because I actually feel so on fire and badass I can’t even explain it.
I’m not anxious and ashamed of my differences as much anymore.
I have zero urge to “fix” the “problems” in an app, instead I’m going to acknowledge my initial feelings, give them air, and then let them suffocate with truths.
Truths that say… you’re not the other girls. You’re a you.
I’m a me.
SO WHAT if my body is curved a little different?
Do I really want to just blend in and be something…expected?
Do I really want to conform to an image that’s been sold to me instead of becoming more my true self (and choosing who that is)?
Do I really want to waste precious time, energy, memories and moments to believing I’m less?
Do I really want to feed the anxiety beast with pressure to be something I’m just not?
No. I really don’t.
This is absolutely a blessing to be reminded of that.
So onward I go, strutting my way through Nashville and happily rocking my unique curves, big and small, and reminding us all that the shape of a body isn’t a mold, but a canvas.