There have been seasons of my life where I've hated my body. I've slandered my own figure, looking in the mirror, using measuring tapes and scales as weapons against my worth. I've rushed to the stages of being the first to make the joke before anyone else could. I've held issues of Cosmo and Glamour in my hands like my fantasy, like if I could only be like this or that, then maybe I'll finally be beautiful and finally adored.
I know that it means to live inside this frame and wonder how to see it, what to call it, and how in the heck to ever rock it.
For me and in my story, I just avoided my body. I avoided taking care of it. I avoided really looking at it. I avoiding anything to do with it. I did not want to come face-to-face with the war that was going inside of myself; that wondered if I was enough for anyone else but even moreover, whether I was enough for me.
We are bombarded with a million messages a day rooted in so much lack. So much of what gets thrown at us when it is unveiled reveals a statement of, "you're not enough of this, you don't have enough of that." We wake up and that's what we hear. We go to school, to work, watch television, are with people -- and that message is sloppily thrown at us again and again. I wonder if we have received this message so much that it has just become normal, it has just become life.
I believe that we can turn the culture, that we can receive a different message, head down a different way; one that is bursting with value, with abundance, with permission to accept ourselves.
No matter the size, the height, the weight, the colour, the curl, the speed, the shape; we are enough as we are.
Rocking our body is less to do with reaching a dream ideal body, it is about walking in the confidence that we are gorgeous as we are.
Our relationship with our body is a powerful relationship. How we talk to ourselves matters. The way that we look at ourselves in the mirror is defining. How we take care of ourselves when no one is looking carries weight. The words that we attach to our body hold strength.
There are things the world has told us are sexy and gorgeous, but what if the most gorgeous and sexiest things aren't always found in Victoria Secret, but are found in bravery, in confidence, in freedom, in dream-chasing, in being so full of light that you change rooms wherever you go.
What if rocking your body isn't about the pursuit, it is about the embrace? The authentic, daring embrace of who you are and who you are becoming.
You are beautiful. In all ways, you are. In the turning of your lips to a laughter. In the rising and fall of your chest with your breath. In the passionate voice of your conviction. In the way you hug and run and love.
The mirror doesn't define you. The mirror reveals you and darling, you are lovely. So rock it.