I think one of the biggest strikes us Singular Girls level against ourselves is a dissatisfaction with our physical appearance. We see ourselves as either too thin, too fat, too short, too tall. We have no boobs, no bum, or too much of either or both.
The mental and physical energy required to do something about these issues, not to mention the dollars or the painful operating procedures are often mentally of physically or financially out of reach and quite frankly we hear too much about the fact that our friends who have succumbed to the knife or the peels or the suction still come away dissatisfied…
We are held to ransom by Cosmo, Cleo, (and Playboy and Penthouse) and we lock ourselves in our rooms wholly convinced that no one out there will ever be able to look at us and feel any kind of interest at all.
I have probably said in the past that I am 36 and comfortably upholstered … not in the sense of being unable to buy clothes off the rack. (Though I hate shopping with a passion – largely due to the difficulty finding clothes to fit my frame and flatter me…). I have a Gardner’s Bottom… That’s a family joke but something my mother passed on from her side of the family… I have a tiny waist, and while my bosom is disproportionate to my hips it is still of magnificent dimension. (Ask the colleague who can’t look me in the eye when he talks to me!!! I actually almost feel I have to crouch to look him in the eye … AND he isn’t shorter than me…)
The thing is, I AM dissatisfied with my shape… I could do something about it. I have done before… and will do again.. but the thing is, I am not going to allow that to get in the way of the rest of my life.
I am valuable not because of the way I look. The truth is I am not even valuable because of all the stuff I can do… It’s true.. I can do a lot of things what I do and what I could do if I felt inspired enough doesn’t define me.
Personally, I get my value because I believe that God considers me valuable. Yep.. God, the one the Bible talks about.
In this day and age to believe such a thing may be a bit controversial, a bit old fashioned, a bit weak and feeble. It may please some to level that accusation at me, but for the whole God thing to be able to get me to a place where I am comfortable with me makes it of infinite value to me – quite apart from all the other reasons that make me choose to believe. Regardless of how such a belief is perceived by someone on the other side of Christianity.
Comfortable with me, valuable in my own eyes (because of way the eyes of God sees me) is something that actually makes me a whole lot more attractive than a size 10, 12, 14 frame.
Ask YGM2! He found me attractive … Bummer that I didn’t reciprocate really. Actually, the guys I find attractive aren’t the ones who look like Brad or Tom, but the ones who are comfortable in their own skin as well… Who would have thought???!!!!
*This post was inspired by Julia over at Tequila Mockingbird another woman comfortable in her own frame!