It’s the things I’ll never get back that hurt the most.
That time that I didn’t swim because I thought the way I wore swim-wear would cause others to weep.
That time when my new husband went para-sailing but I was sure my 145 lbs would cause the rope to snap and launch me off to space.
The dozen times in high school I skipped my grannys pies, my mothers Sunday dinners.
It’s the million beautiful thoughts I could have thought, the adventures I skipped, the beauty I could have experienced if my mind weren’t riddles with ME and MY BODY.
There are the times now, when I watch teen girls press into walls and try to make themselves invisible. I watch them cross their arms, clumsy, over their middles, hiding roles that don’t even live there. I watch them watch each other with envy and greed, longing for ‘her abdomen’ or ‘her breasts’. I watch them attack each other, thinking if they tear her down, that perhaps as part of the bounty, they will gain her beauty.
I want to scream “GET IN THERE…YOU’RE MISSING IT”.
MISSING IT. MISSING EVERYTHING.
All of it is being stolen from right under your nose. Right under your lips…
There is no greater crime. I’ve never heard better definition of STEAL. KILL. DESTROY.
How about you? Tell me what this sort of thinking has stolen from you?
(Speaking at a women’s group in the morning on body image. I am needing a couple mores stories besides my own. Should you read this tonight…I would love to hear from you. What was stolen? How did you save your thought life from the thief? Thanks for your help!)
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