Isn’t it strange how it’s so much easier for us to pick ourselves apart than it is for us to love ourselves?
Instead of being grateful for our legs that take us from one place to another, we complain about the cellulite on the back of our thighs.
When we should spend time being thankful for strong arms that carry our kids to bed, haul the groceries in and hug our loved ones tight, we talk about our jiggly triceps and lack of biceps. Worst of all – we often say these things out loud and our daughters (and sons) hear us.
I read recently that 32% of 1st to 3rd grade girls want to be thinner. What the heck? I’m pretty sure I was still playing with dolls at that age.
(In that same article it was also noted 81% of 10 years worry about getting fat…10 year olds, ya’ll. I could cry. How is this even a thing?)
Another statistic that breaks my heart?
and so I’ve been wondering … how do we get beyond this mindset? What’s it going to take?
I wish I knew the answer, but I don’t.
Having struggled myself, I only know that I want girls (and boys) to realize their worth is not measured in their body weight. I want them to understand being strong, active and healthy and taking care of the vessel God gave them is much more important than how they look in a pair of skinny jeans or having the biggest biceps around.
But how do we get there?
I’ve heard it said that gratitude has a way of making the good things visible …and truth be told, I really do think part of the answer can be found in gratefulness.
If we only took the time to remember all the amazing things our body can do, rather than focusing on what we think are shortcomings, the difference it might make in how we feel about ourselves (and those watching us) is limitless.
That’s why the mantra I’m using these days is: I will thank my body – not criticize it. It might not solve the problem, but it’s a good starting place.
Here’s a list I started of the things my body can do that have nothing to do with the my jeans size. After all, we lead by example, don’t we?
- Ride a bike
- Hold my huband’s hand
- Crinkle my nose
- Run to my car in the rain (with a little one in tow)
- Open my own jars
- Squat to pull weeds from the garden
- Walk my dog
- Hug my mom
- Comb my daughter’s hair
- Climb a ladder
- Carry the laundry basket
- Stand on my head
- Rub my belly and pat my head
- Jog with my besties
My list could go on and on…what would you add?
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