Some PR agency thought that I as a woman with children and a blogger (let's be candid, I'm more of a motherblogger than a sweetie mommy blogger), that I would freely endorse helping mothers
"become a more improved version of themselves"through the miracles of a tummy tuck, breast augmentation, breast lift, and liposuction.
I don't even wear makeup. Ever. The last time I used my blowdryer was to speed-dry a painted name banner two years ago, and the time before that was to de-ice my car's lock in 2003.
Through advertising and marketing, girls are taught from a tender young age that they are not good enough without flawless physical beauty. It's disturbing.
As women we are continuously taught to hate almost every aspect of the bodies that carry us through life despite those machines' amazing reliability and beauty of design. When we dislike our physical beings because we don't match impossible standards of appearance, we waste our lives.
During a recent workout, I was so impressed at the weight more experienced members of the class could manage. As I watched us all in the mirror, they reminded me that each effort, every lift, made me stronger. When class ended, the same women passed behind my locker discussing how they hated the classroom's mirrored wall and how they spent most of their time focusing on their bodies' faults. When such strong and beautiful young women obsess over imagined (or minuscule) defects in themselves, it brings everyone down.
For ourselves and for our daughters, I do want moms to become more improved versions of themselves: Please take a week and contemplate what your body does well.
I am glad I can lift my children and other heavy objects. I rejoice in my ability to see and read. My hands move across the keyboard with a speed and accuracy that surprises me. I can laugh until my ribs hurt. I can climb up a hill or a playground slide. Though I can't go as far on one breath, I can still glide under the water for a surprisingly long time. When I smile, people tend to smile back.
This body is more than a casual transport for my brain, and it can do things now that it may not be able to do in 10 years. Today offers me the gift of an able body, and I can revel in that miracle.
What do you like about yourself?
For an engaging documentary on American culture and female body image check out America the Beautiful (also on Netflix live streaming).
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