We flay ourselves. We obsess over our imperfections. We check ourselves in the mirror. We dismember our bodies, fixate on parts, forgetting we aren’t our thunder thighs or wrinkly belly or arm jiggle or squishy booty, etc. To combat this dismemberment, we’ve been told to think positively about our bodies, to appreciate the amazingness, to focus on the gifts that came from our insides.
Sure. Laudable goals.
But right now I want you to pick your least favorite body part and wallow.
Wait, Wallow? Seriously?
Indulging in self-pity is usually frowned upon. We aren’t supposed to roll around in negative thoughts, right? Sure, not usually. However, these thoughts are there, either up front for those of you with really poor body images, or lurking in the background for those of you with slightly better body images. You can’t combat thoughts you haven’t first pinned down. Therefore, tack them to the page. You’ll have a chance to pick them apart later in the Program.
Write about your least favorite body part. Don’t travel around your body for this exercise. Put a spotlight on one body part to stay focused.
When you picture this part, what do you think, what do you feel, what do you most wish for?
Be candid. Look at your body in the mirror before answering this question. And then jump into your stream of consciousness. Not everyone likes to write, so the format is up to you. Use sentences, paragraphs, or simple bullet points.
(Type in Word, email to yourself, or use pen and paper. You’ll use this later, so make sure to save it.)
Having trouble getting started?
Then peep at my belly woes from a few years ago. It’s embarrassing, but so many of our inner thoughts are. Keep in mind, I chose my belly for obvious reasons, but clearly your answer will be personal to you.
My belly looks like two saggy peaks with a defined gulf down the middle. In my worst moments, I look down when walking and see my t-shirt clinging to the extra skin and think my belly looks like a butt. I know I should laugh at this image, but this makes me want to cry. I work out properly. I eat okay. And my belly still looks like a butt! This sounds like a line from a black comedy. The woman whose belly turned into a butt…
Anyway, before kids I never thought about my belly or even my weight other than to congratulate myself on not fixating on it anymore. I was slender and unobtrusive. It didn’t make a mockery of cotton. Losing the baby weight has made it worse, probably because the skin just sags even more.
As I proudly posed for belly pictures when pregnant, no one told me my belly would look so floppy and stretched out and cut down the middle. Giant kids will do that to you. I wish I could wake up with my pre – baby belly. I don’t even care about the stretch marks. I could handle them because they don’t stick out over my jeans.
No, I want the gulf to vanish, not just get smaller. I want it to disappear completely. I want the extra skin to melt away. I want a tummy tuck without any of the pain, without the scar… I want to strut in a bikini even though my skin hates the sun. I want I want I want I want… to stop thinking about the collateral damage of child bearing so I can focus on the children who were in there!
I wrote more, but you get the idea. Feel sorry for yourself if you need to. We all do sometimes.
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