A quick, stream of consciousness on self-love:
Okay, so let’s not all be narcissists, but really, we should love ourselves, naughtily and otherwise.
When you undress for the night, how do you see your body? I’m not a mainstream media body type or size, but most nights, I think “Damn, I love my sexy self!”
Does anyone else get undressed for bed and just absolutely love how their body looks without clothes on? I kind of feel like I was meant to live a naked life. It’s one of the reasons burlesque is so appealing to me I guess!
It’s cheesy, but in a world where advertising and most of our outside influences tell us we’re not good enough, a little narcissism about superficial things like how you look, go a long way.
Sure there are things I want to change physically, I think we all want to live more active lives. But even if I don’t lose a pound and only gain strength and stamina, I’ll be happy. Because happy is an in-the-moment place, not somewhere in the future.
It took me a long time to get to this point. In high school I actively shunned any notion of feminity and body image. Sure I went to prom and wore a dress, but every other day was spent in an army jacket with boy-cut short hair. Of course, if you see me now I rarely wear pants. dresses and skirts make up almost all my wardrobe, and I revel in putting together costumes and cute outfits for evenings. All this to say that I used to think that image didn’t matter. It’s about what’s on the inside right? But if you’re constantly hiding who you are on the inside by rejecting people and shutting others out, how is anyone going to know? You don’t have to play by their rules.