Learn to love my body, even though its not perfect.

I think wanting to change a bit is actually a sign of how well I feel about my body. It’s how it works for most things I decide to change: the more comfortable I feel in them, the more I feel like I can change them any way I want. So part of feeling better about my body also involves improving it and taking it places it has seldom gone before. I want to do that by
- eating healthier
- getting back to yoga, swimming and dance (and keep them up)
- learning to ride a bike
- wearing a 2-piece swimsuit
- getting a tattoo
But I never want to be skinny. I do want to tone up my body and lose SOME weight, but I always want to be on the curvy side- I really think it’s prettier.

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One thing that was really awesome in terms of body acceptance happened by the end of last September. I was going out with one of my best friends, a guy who’s really tall and skinny, and a friend of his who’s a petite redhead girl. At one point (after considerable alcohol ingestion), he started saying to us how actually he shouldn’t wear a polo shirt because polo shirts are for muscular guys who have six-pack abs, “and I look down and oops! where’s the ab?”. I laughed and said “well, MINE is quite clearly here” and pointed at my considerably proportioned belly.
At which this gorgeous friend rolled his eyes and said, “oh, but Lu, you’re different. you’re a full, big woman, you’re tall. the guys who want you are at another level.”
I realized two or three years ago I would have felt crushed by that drunken compliment, but all it made me was elated.
That’s also a good sign.

This is a great goal. Once you learn to love yourself, your confidence shines through with everything else that you do. I want this feeling for myself.

As long as you are comfortable with your body, then you take it from there. Sure they may be things on it you don’t care for, but as long as you know it’s good to you, the rest don’t matter.

I am not perfect and I don’t want to be. I love myself the way I am and so do the people that love me!

This was a bit difficult at the start since i cant really do something about my imperfections. When i was kid, i ran and played a lot mostly with boys. I got scars in my legs due to my childhood naughtiness. :) When i grew up, i realized how important it is for a woman to have scar free legs. I couldn’t wear shorts, mini skirts, bikinis, reason for me to envy girls with flawless legs. How i wish i knew how to take care of my legs when i was young! How i wish i listened to my mom! There were some regrets. But then somehow, part of me says i should be grateful coz i can still walk, run, jump, dance. I should be grateful coz my body parts are complete and useful. And with my imperfections, i learn to be humble at all times. The scars remind me to always keep my feet on the ground. :)