Body image for one can never be the same image for another. Let that sink in.
Millions of people wonder about body image every time they look in a mirror. Let me ask you, how many times do YOU look in a mirror in a day? For me, it’d be when I wash my face, choose my outfit, brush my teeth, peak at my outfit again before leaving, look through any types of windows I walk past, checking myself in the gym, then when I go to the washroom at work, again when I’m in front of my car’s windows, the many times I walk past my body length mirror in my room, one last time while brushing my teeth again before bed, oh and when I’m trying clothes on in stores. Point is, every time I’m looking, I see me, and I put my sight right on something that’s physical. What I see isn’t what Suzy in Atlanta sees, it isn’t what Matteo in Argentina sees, it’s also not what Bruce in Texas sees. Nobody sees the exact same thing. How amazing is that? The fact that you can find similarities but never THE one body you have. Which gets me to thinking, what if mirror never existed?
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The way we think we should be and the way we are usually differs a lot, why is that you ask me? I suppose it is because we put in a box what ‘’beautiful’’ should be and we have been doing that for a very long time. I also suppose it is because we associate ways of looking to ways of living and then you’re put in a certain box in which people can judge and look at as if you were a toy on display in a store. Which ends up doing what? Making you feel like you’re not enough, not worthy because you look a certain way. Because people around decided you should be judged for the mold you’re living in.
Disappointed & confused.
This is how I feel towards this exact society’s Olympic sport of never being good enough. Fuck the good enough.
It’s like, people are continuously telling you to love yourself and your body image before anything else, yet the very reason most of us have issues with it usually came from the exterior. How ironic.
We all have complexes and might as well laugh it off then cry it off, but overall we should all be thrilled to be in the body we’re in, because, when was a certain standard prettier and sexier than another?
When I’m shopping, I look kind of really fast all the items around me, defolding, refolding, going through every rack to find THE ones that my eyes like the most to look at. The ones I know will look damn fucking good on me, the ones I know are going to make me feel good. The ones I’m drawn to. Am I drawn to every piece of clothing? Hell no. Is somebody else drawn to that very piece I couldn’t look at for more than 2 seconds? Chances are 100%, yes. Now, when you go right out there, meeting people and seeing the world around you, you take a minute to see how diverse the world is. Some people’s energy just draws you towards them. Some people’s smile makes you want to bring them into your life. Is everybody your cup of tea? HELL NO. But are they someone else’s cup of tea? Chances are 100%, yes.
I won’t say we should all love our own body dearly and how it’s what the world needs. I won’t say ‘’just love your body’’, because that is fucking far away from being realistic. It’s not a switch you turn on and off. What I will say is, you are able to see your body; some people are not able to. You have the chance every day to look at yourself in the mirror, and see the way you glow, the way you’re bringing your very own, and dear, color in this world.
Everybody’s enough.
Shit everybody’s MORE than enough to the right fucking people.
I don’t care whether you received stupid comments or if you think you should look like some X individual on a magazine, today my love, today is the fucking day. Today’s the day you start appreciating your body a bit more because it’s doing the very best it can. It’s giving everything to support you and you should let your head align and support it as well. Let it shine, don’t hide it away, let it be itself, wholeheartedly.
You’re beautiful, let yourself know that.
Biggest mwahs ever.
