I have to admit, I have had a not so nice relationship with my body over the years. I’m a farm girl. I was raised on meat, potatoes, bread and dessert for every meal. And we used food for everything. Every time we celebrated we did it over a meal. Weddings always involved food. When someone in the family passed away, all of the neighbors brought food to the house. And we aren’t talking gluten free, dairy free, healthy shit either.
Are you getting my drift here?
I had a love affair with food, not my body. However, my body was the one that suffered. I wasn’t obese in high school but I wasn’t stick thin either. I tried every fad diet out there. I would eat very little for a few days, get frustrated and then eat everything in sight. Thankfully I was very active.
Looking back, my body was already screaming at me for attention, but I didn’t listen. I had gluten intolerance before the world knew what gluten was. I experienced bloating, constipation, heart burn and many other uncomfortable stomach issues. But did I change my eating habits? Uh…..NO.
I had body image problems from way back. Honestly, I still fight it today. But I have learned to love my body and honor her for the gifts she has brought me. Hell, she carried three children! And she has mended over and over again to escort me around this beautiful planet. How could you not love something that does that?
How do I change this?
Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t that I woke up one morning and said “Body, I love every single part of you” and meant it. It was not that easy. I did, however, start one part at a time. I thought about one thing people always complimented me on. It was my hair. I have thick, curly, dark hair. I love my hair. And that’s how I started. I would look in the mirror and really appreciate the look and feel of my hair. Throughout the day I would run my hands through it and really be grateful. I bought products that were good for my hair even if they were more expensive. I still go to a stylist that appreciates my curls and cuts them one by one. I am honoring the gifts my hair gives me.
After that, I choose another part of me that I really liked. I have pretty hands. Now, you may not think they are model ready but to me, I love them. They look like my mother’s hands. So, I make sure they are always manicured and nails are polished. I only use products that are good for my hands and the rest of my body. Our skin is our biggest organ. I’m not putting crappy lotion filled with shit I can’t even pronounce on them.
Step by step I have come to love this body. Is it perfect? Yep, for me it is. Are there things I am still working on? Oh Hell Yes! I want to be more fit and eat better. That is a priority for me every day. I’m not perfect. And thankfully, my body forgives me when I just can’t pass up the Christmas candy at the office. But I love my body and she loves me. Together we create a life that I truly love. Remember that Bible verse about your body is your temple. Treat like that and she will treat you like the queen you are.
If you need some ideas on how to start loving the body you have, shoot me an email at Kimberly@kimberlytobin.com. I would love to help you begin the new year with a new appreciate for your beautiful body.