My Favorite Body Party
(That was supposed to be "Part", not "Party". My fingers got away from my brain and the resulting typo made me giggle, so I left it.)
My Favorite Body Part
I listen to a podcast that makes hilariously snarky comments about life with kids, and the last episode inspired this blog post. They talked about body image, specifically in the realm of post baby bodies, and it made me start thinking about how nice it would be to focus on the good things about our bodies instead of the perceived flaws. If you ask people what they dislike about their body they can answer you in about 0.2 nanoseconds. And that answer will not be one word, it will be a list. If you ask people what they LIKE about their body, they will likely first tell you what everyone else likes about their body. Is it possible to consider some parts of ourselves awesome without feeling guilt?
Anyway, as this is my blog, I obviously want to talk about me. First, I love muscles - not just the form but the function. We are such incredible things, capable of amazing feats. I really dig a lean, mean, powerful machine, even when it's living and breathing. This seems like a perfect opportunity for a little droolfest.
Oops, we're supposed to be talking about me. And about less than perfect specimens of perfection, unlike Ryan Reynolds. (It's ok though, he's on The List. And it's laminated.)
At first I thought my favorite body part would be abs. They're a pretty rocktacular genetic gift and deserve a shout-out for sure, and that's generally what other people would say is my best feature (aside from my winning personality, right? ;))
My Favorite Body Part
I listen to a podcast that makes hilariously snarky comments about life with kids, and the last episode inspired this blog post. They talked about body image, specifically in the realm of post baby bodies, and it made me start thinking about how nice it would be to focus on the good things about our bodies instead of the perceived flaws. If you ask people what they dislike about their body they can answer you in about 0.2 nanoseconds. And that answer will not be one word, it will be a list. If you ask people what they LIKE about their body, they will likely first tell you what everyone else likes about their body. Is it possible to consider some parts of ourselves awesome without feeling guilt?
Anyway, as this is my blog, I obviously want to talk about me. First, I love muscles - not just the form but the function. We are such incredible things, capable of amazing feats. I really dig a lean, mean, powerful machine, even when it's living and breathing. This seems like a perfect opportunity for a little droolfest.
Oops, we're supposed to be talking about me. And about less than perfect specimens of perfection, unlike Ryan Reynolds. (It's ok though, he's on The List. And it's laminated.)
At first I thought my favorite body part would be abs. They're a pretty rocktacular genetic gift and deserve a shout-out for sure, and that's generally what other people would say is my best feature (aside from my winning personality, right? ;))
Next I thought maybe my hair, because being a redhead is not just a physical trait - it's a whole identity. And it is stunning when done correctly, which has happened about 10 times. :)
But I think what I settled on finally was my freckles. I don't know why, but I love them. And I love making weird faces in pictures so that Matt Shea cringes. :)
Speaking of, I also polled the people around me to hear their Body Party. Matt Shea likes his shoulder muscles. (ME TOO!)
Other things that people love about themselves: smile, eyes, and cookie. I mean, nose! (I stole these pictures from their FB accounts to go with responses. Mwahahahaha!)
If you are reading this and have a second, mind telling me about your favorite thing? The more random, the better. (T&A excluded. This is a PG show, people!) And do you think that focusing on it for even a few moments will help beat down the negativity that wells up sometimes when we look in the mirror? Deep thoughts. Deep thoughts.




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