Those numbers are my weight, my dress size and my age — obviously at various checkpoints in my life.
Weight has always been something I’ve struggled with my whole life. Ironically, since I have become gluten free, I now weigh the least I have in my 40+ years of life without trying. I only mention this fact because I still have a wildly skewed body image of the awkward, pudgy, picked on teenager who was always one of the last two picked kids in gym class. Body image is such a delicate and odd thing.
Why is it that we are programmed to see the very worst in ourselves and have such a difficulty of letting go of the very worst parts of our lives? Why do we focus on such shallow things like size and shape when true inner beauty like kindness, compassion, patience and humility are what matters? And more importantly, how do I express these words in such a way that my daughter who now struggles with her own body image believe them?
This is the what haunts me today.
If you haven’t already seen this Dove commercial, please take the time to watch it. It will really change the way you think. Pass the tissues, please 😉