**First, can I mention that this is my 601st post on this blog? Over six hundred times, I’ve hit post and shared things on the internet to family, friends and complete strangers. It’s funny because I have this blog but I am so not a “blogger”. This space is like a snapshot into my life for me…where I was, who I was with, what I did and how I felt. I love it.
NOW – on to this bizarrely titled post. Allow me to explain.
I was listening to my Indie Children’s Pandora station (which is the best station in the entire world) on the way to work yesterday and Regina Spektor’s “Folding Chair” song played. Of course I love her voice and the song but there was one simple line that stuck out to me. And then stuck with me all day.
“ I got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget. “
So simple and yet so powerful. To me, at least.
Body image is something that can make or break a woman. Or a man, I’m sure. I know that it does for me some days. Bennett can’t stand how hard I am on myself and how much I deflect his compliments…only instead to point out my flaws.
I’m trying really hard to overcome that part of me. My biggest flaw is that I won’t stop picking at my flaws. Instead of being proud of my body (and my weight loss over the years that I’ve worked so hard at), I stand in front of the mirror and pick apart my fluffy parts and my stretch marks and imperfections.
But this line. It stuck with me for a reason. And maybe I should make it continue to stick.
My body is perfect. Even with it’s fluff and scars.
So I made myself some art. I haven’t decided where it’s going to hang yet. But I am going to put it somewhere that I can see it daily. And I’ve made it available for you to print as well, if you’d like. An 8×10 version can be found [HERE] and a 5×7 can be found [HERE].
And maybe now we can all remember how perfect our bodies are.