I’m so sick of feeling like a freak for not thinking I’m ugly, fat, or both. What is with this? Why the intense self loathing? Does everyone like being unhappy with themselves or something? (Is this why I have only a few female friends?)
I’m short and I found the best in that. I have rosacea and most days I still think I’m gorgeous. I have a TON of stretchmarks and I think they are adorable. All the hair around the nape of my neck and around my face fell out after Gabriel was born. I’m brunette – not a ‘fun blonde’ or a ‘fiery redhead’ – and I love it! My hair is like 3 different lengths now and parts are just growing out to where I can get it all in a pony tail – and I’m waiting for it to fall out again from Shawn’s birth. AND STILL I am happy (albeit sometimes frustrated) with my impromptu hair style. I can’t tan! I love my freckled arms and shoulders and I love my pale white legs – which I might add have cellulite. I have a gap in my top front teeth which I think are cute. I love my feet, my butt and my stomach, my breasts, my hands, neck, face, eyes and my soprano-that-struggles-to-reach-low voice – everything!
A few of my friends are overweight and they have accepted it all right – but not in a good way. One friend won’t leave her verbally abusive boyfriend because she has convinced herself that no one else would want her because she is ‘fat’.
I think this goal was worded incorrectly. Maybe it should have been “promote positive body acceptance.”
