OK. I admit, I got lucky with my body.
Then I had 2 children and got even luckier.
It must be in my genes as my mother was a size 8 after 3 kids and my sister aka
Veggie Mama has a 7 month old baby and she could still pose for Playboy if she wanted to! (NOT that she would.) It was my sister that also blogged her body for
I heart my body which prompted me to join the club.
I love my body, flaws and all and you should too. (Your own, not mine.) If you don't, do something about it, you only have one and you have it for the rest of your life. Only YOU can change yourself. As Dr Phil always says "You chose the behaviour, you chose the consequence."
Just because i might have today's 'ideal' body does not mean i don't have body issues like everyone else.
I do. A lot.
There are days when i look in the mirror and I'm actually horrified at what i see. Sometimes all i see is the dark pigmentation under my eyes that have gotten darker recently, my freckly face (hence the makeup) my 'coco pop' mole on my back that i wont get removed because i am a chicken shit. My caesarean scar that brought my two children into the world when my body failed to do its natural thing. My *cough* saggy boobs that still have their E cup skin but not enough filling. My spider veins that have lingered since pregnancy and my gigantic feet. (No fair, I'm not even tall!)
But tomorrow is
I heart my body day 2011 so I'm supposed to talk about what i DO like.
I love that my body has grown two humans inside it, all by itself. I like my legs, they look good in any outfit that i wear. I like my hair, i don't take care of it, rarely trim it and wash it in $2 ALDI shampoo and it still looks good. (Thank you GHD!). I love my eyelashes, i used to get in to trouble in high school for wearing mascara..... except i wasn't wearing any. I love my bum. So does my husband.
We should all love and be proud of our body. Show it off, accept your flaws and take care of yourself. Remind yourself just how amazing your body is and learn to love it.
Don't laugh at my dodgy bathroom. You are, arne't you?
Marshmallow Mum xxxxx