I saw this picture en route to breakfast with my son yesterday.
MY FIRST THOUGHT:
Ugh. How terrible! I hope for her own self respect no “skinny chick” gets in this car, either. I wish I could do something about this.
MY SECOND THOUGHT:
I am doing something. I am raising a son to see bodies not for what they look like, but for what they:
- SEE: the stars, the sun, the ocean, smiles, beauty, sorrow, hope, and so much more
- HEAR: sighs, snores, whistles, loving words, words of inspiration, music, and so much more
- TASTE: bitter, sour, sweet, tangy, salty, spicy, and so much more
- SMELL: cinnamon, honey, flowers, baby’s breath, freshly mown grass, and so much more
- FEEL: wind, caresses, sand, sunlight, satin, and so much more
- DO: run, hike, swim, dance, draw, knit, bake, hug, kiss, and so much more
There is so much goodness in these bodies of ours, regardless of what they look like. It’s a shame to overlook the goodness already present within while instead striving for someone else’s unattainable ideal without.
That’s what I see when I look at this picture: A reminder that when someone sees bodies in terms only of “fat” or “skinny,” they’re missing the point.
Our bodies are our keys to experiencing this world. Their capacities are incredible.
We should strive to revel in them as long as we have them.