There’s an episode of Sex & the City where the girls are sitting around Carrie’s apartment looking at magazines and discussing which body feature they would change if they could (a.k.a. problem areas). If I remember correctly, for Carrie it was her nose, Miranda’s chin and Charlotte’s thighs. Samantha had no response of course, thanks to her exceptionally high self-esteem. I think it’s fair to say that she was a forerunner in the body posi movement!
If I had been in on the conversation, I would have had a difficult time narrowing down my choices.
Let’s see…problem areas. Areas of my body that pose a problem…
Well, there’s my arms. Not my biggest feature but big enough to make certain long-sleeved shirts and jackets leave me feeling like Tommy Boy. Fat guy in a little coat, anyone?
There’s also my thighs. They are thunderous for sure and they like to make their presence known in all my jeans and workout pants.
Don’t forget my Texas-sized rear end. I don’t usually mind it so much until it’s time to squeeze it into a plane seat. Can I get an “amen” from my other big girls?
Then there’s my chin. The first one I like just fine. It’s the second and third one that bother me.
BUT, if I had to pick just one, it would have to be my belly (stomach, gut, spare tire, whatever).
Real Talk – as positive as I try to be and as much as I’m learning to accept my body, this is the one area that still bugs me. Why it’s worse than flabby arms or a double chin to me, I don’t know. I just know that I cringe (and almost cry) when I see pictures of myself from the side.
I certainly don’t need a six-pack (read, I really don’t want to work that hard) but I would like it if I could wear my new pink lace bodycon dress without looking like I’m in my 2nd trimester.
I guess that’s why they call it a problem area.
Unlike in my previous post about my disdain for shorts, there’s not an easy solution for this body issue. I’m not to a point yet where I can say, “to heck with what everyone else thinks.” But that’s okay. I knew when I joined this movement and started this blog that it would be a process and a journey.
In the meantime, I’ll invest in good shapewear, drink (a little) less beer and remember that big belly or not, I’m still me, I still have worth and life is still good….no, great!