...it would more than likely state the fact of how emotionally and verbally abusive I have been towards it over the course of my whole life. How it's highly unfair how many compliments I shoot at strangers or my friends on a daily basis, but can't even mark one word of kindness towards it. Now that I'm genuinely thinking about what it would say if it could talk... I think of how awful and low it must feel.
Always have I slurred fat comments towards it... how its breasts, hips nor butt are big enough to my liking (or maybe I got that confused with society's liking?). I have always tried to change how my body looks, so in a way, it's like meeting a guy yet not liking who he was. So instead of letting him go, you try to change every single aspect about him. Only to make him feel not good enough for you. And that's exactly what I have done to my body. I made my body feel unworthy and unloved.
My body gives me life everyday. My body is a work of art, is a work of greatness; it allows me to walk to wherever I need to go. My legs aren't amputated, and neither are my arms. I should be grateful that I'm able to walk instead of walking with artificial legs or in a wheelchair where I'm limited to the things I can do. My body can digest food and send all the nutrients to all the places I need.
It... it does so much, yet this whole time I was over worried about nonsense such as society's standards. I believed society when they said if your breasts aren't large enough... you're not a "real woman." Or if you don't have a "big bubble butt" that no man will ever want you.
That's insane!
Your body does so many miraculous deeds a day! Why worry about aspects you probably cannot change?
Your body is a whole. It has a heart (both physical and emotional), a soul and beautiful, functioning organs. Why not care for and beautify those that do matter?
I'm going to start. Why don't you? :)
I found this question from Mary at uncustomary.org!
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