Showing posts with label self acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self acceptance. Show all posts

Friday, November 14, 2014

Why does size matter?

Why are women's bodies constantly being measured against pre pubescent girls?  And why doesn't anyone blow the whistle?  LOUD!!!

Who said we are all supposed to be the same?  There are no two snowflakes, stars or flowers alike and that is what makes them all so beautiful.  Homogenizing our bodies to fit into a size 0 dress is unnecessarily painful.  


Surprisingly with all of our progress as women in the women's movement, we are still adhering to an unhealthy vision of beauty.  I am a 6'3" woman who suffered from rejection( due to my unusual stature ) in the two early occupations of my life.  First I was a ballerina and at 5'10" and still growing at 15 years of age I was forced to quit dance.  The corps de ballet needed to be uniform, each dancer had to mirror each other and there was no room for the lone weed who stuck out like a sore thumb.  I got into modeling at the age of 16 thinking that this would be a natural transition from dance.  Well soon enough I grew to be 5'12" as my agents would joke.  I wasn't allowed to admit my true height because models of my time were only supposed to be 5'10".  Verushka, a famous model from the 1960's was the only model that had made it at the statuesque 6'2".  But this was a fluke and only a handful of models who followed in her footsteps were able to work at that height and none of them ever reached her iconic status. 

The fashion trends of women's bodies has become extreme in every aspect.  Now that we have plastic surgery to achieve the unnatural, the sky is the limit as to how far we can go.  Modern science has enabled us to sculpt, suck, inject, nip and tuck the less "perfect" pieces of ourselves.  Like barbie dolls we can transform ourselves to mimic the most esteemed features of our era.  Almost like carbon copies soon we will all lose our unique features and become one and the same.  (At least externally)

It's funny to me to see the waxing and waning perceptions of what's in and what's out.  In the 80's the glamazon models seemed to be forced into extinction with the dawning of Kate Moss.  She has reigned supreme for the past 20 "heroin chic" years.  Although she opened doors for the more petite beauties of our world, she has innocently directed the collective consciousness of the fashion world.
Another beauty Kate Upton has heroically rocked the standard with her voluptuous curves finally awakening the world to once again embrace the full figure of a woman.

I am hopeful and excited for a new acceptance of all the various proportions of women's bodies.
Less homogeny more uniqueness!  It's going to take a village of strong women to literally model self love and acceptance to stop the madness that is reigning and ruling our media.  As a mother of two young women it is my job to accept myself and be a role model for them to see how it's done.  So I don't own a scale, I speak lovingly about myself dropping the inner critic, wear little make up, and am  trying to age naturally rather than obsessing over the wrinkles that naturally occur at the age of 47.
The beauty of growing old is the wisdom that is gained and the loss of caring what people think of you. Not caring wether my jean size is a 28 or a 32, if I am a dress size 8 or 12.  It doesn't matter what the number is, what does  matter is that you are healthy in the mind body and soul.   It's a huge relief!  

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

centering

finding the calm within the storm
going slowly into the deep
craving the quiet
yearning for cool darkness
facing my fears
embracing my weakness
loving my flaws
tuning out the noise
inhaling love
exhaling insecurity
choosing my peace
amidst the chaos
blurring my vision
out of focus
nothing makes sense
laughing so hard
i can't cry
smiling softens my heart
accepting age
surrendering myself
letting go of control
trusting God's plan
listening to my heart
flowing with the vibration
of the musical melodies
singing praises
thankful for the beauty
that surrounds me
loving mother nature
it is the only sure thing
that we know
the sun, moon, stars, ocean
birds, trees
awakening to the brightest light
warming my soul

Monday, February 7, 2011

Perfection Rejection

i'm feeling like a spectator
watching my life on a movie screen

wishing that the main character
would finally open up 
and make a difference
reach out and say i love you
open up the wounds
and show her flaws
 finally revealing the authentic
beauty that resides within
hiding for fear of criticism 
or even worse, failure

why do i feel like i can't make a mistake?
where did this feeling of perfection come from?
who expected this from me that created this paralyzing judgement?
when did it start? how did i learn this?
was i born with this affliction?

today i vow to be honest
take a risk and open up myself
to the world hoping that by sharing 
my fears and worries
that i might touch someone else's 
heart and soul 
encouraging them to try,
dream, love, hope, heal

i end the legacy of pain and suffering in solitude
i'm far from perfection
every day i fail at something 
but the world doesn't stop 
i'm still breathing 
with the opportunity 
to try again and hopefully get to where i need to go
and along the way i will have helped a few others 
to be true to themselves and encourage them 
to find the beauty and uniqueness
that makes them shine