11/29/2018

“Love your body” I’m told-

But is it really necessary that I love EVERYTHING about my body?

I’ve been on the one extreme of HATING a lot of my physical appearance, but it was more centered around little dumb stuff-

like the way my thighs stuck to the seats during OChem, or how my arms make this farting sound when I jog that echos a small bag of lard (with a tiny bit of air)- HA!

But, now that I’m working through that phase- and working on “loving’ my body-

I’m learning that it’s OKAY to replace love with -appreciate. .

I can APPRECIATE beef stroganoff, but I certainly don’t love it.

I can appreciate the smell of chestnuts roasting over an open fire (thank you Germany) but I think those things are grotesque!

And that’s where these wrinkles come in-

I them see everyday and try to iron out with my fingers- (like a freakin’ PSYCHO)

It’s not weight related, it’s age related.

and currently, I don’t care to get anything injected into my body for a temporary fix-

So how can I accept them?

I think-by starting to appreciate them.

You see-

These smile lines (or “crows” feet)-

are NECESSARY for ALL the funny and expressive faces I make.

They exist because I have laughed so hard over the course of 33 years that they have decided to stick around.

The wrinkles that sit horizontally on my forehead, are representations of increased perspectives and triumphing adversities.

I guess you could say I’m similar to that wise blue-butted monkey in Lion King.

The two vertical lines in between the ‘ole brows→ can show anger, frustration and confusion better than anything else on my face.

and although I wish they could hide themselves better-

they can’t.

These are all evidence of me aging- like some sort of exchange I’m continuously making for being able to grow older. .

Which sadly, it a privilege denied to many.

My daughter GETS to witness me age-

and with each passing year that I’m alive, I will have the opportunity to see her grow-

And THAT is worth every freakin’ line on my face.

So, although I don’t LOVE them- I am finding that I appreciate the hell out of them.