NEVER FOCUS SO MUCH
ON HOW YOUR BODY LOOKS
THAT YOU FORGET
ALL IT CAN DO.
It's no secret - I'm fat. I'm also short - and apparently getting shorter at every physical. The gray in my hair is starting to overthrow the brown. And my sensitive skin decides to blossom with weird rashes and hives...just because it can.
I recall the 6 year old, the 16 year old, the 18 year old I was. I remember running around playing hide and seek. I remember beginning to stand tall and to smile freely, easily. I remember feeling attractive and seen, comfortable and confident in my own skin.
When I start to miss those good old days too much, when I start that slow slide into sadness and loss, I make myself do something. I'll go for a walk in my neighborhood or on the beach. I feel my arms swing, my legs move. I look around, take it all in. I smile - at nothing, at people, at the alligator sunning itself on the other side of the pond. I breathe, in and out, in and out. I listen to my heart beat. I let my mind roam, my imagination free to do its thing.
Sure, we don't look the same as we did. We can't do some of the things we used to, or we can but maybe not in the same way. We might need stronger glasses or a hearing aid or a cane. But if we only focus on what we can't do, we'll miss out on all we can do.
I know, it's often easier said than done. But let's still give a shot. Let's recognize our wonderful bodies, praise our unique minds. Let's remember how truly amazing we really are.