I love my toes. We’ve talked about my piggie toes in particular, but each of my toes is nice to have. I love my wide feet and my skinny ankles. I love my fat calves and my busted knee (I also love the other knee too). I love my muscular thighs and the way my hamstring pops to the surface when I exercise. I love my big, fat, ass, and the small birthmark that sits on the top of the round. I love my hips, the way they curve dangerously into the air. I love my waist, how it winks slightly in from my hips, and I. Love. My. Chest. I love my powerful shoulders that could hold the weight of the world and more. I love my small hands and my short “tyranosaurus” arms.
I love the gentle slope of my neck as it kisses my jawline. I love my open smile and my chubby cheeks and my “bunny nose.” I love my eyes and the way that one is blueish and one is greenish. And, of course, I love my hair.
But I love my imperfections too, because they are part of me. I love that one ear sits higher than the other. I love the way the fat on my upper arms flaps like flabby wings. I love my stretch marks and my chub rub. AND I LOVE MY FAT.
I’m not “perfect.” I never will be. I don’t want to be. I want to have a good relationship with my body… who I was yesterday, who I will be tomorrow, and most importantly, who I am today. I love my body.
For homework, love your bodies too. Not just on October 18, but everyday of the year.
And go here.
