A random headline on Yahoo!news the other day read something like this: “How to look like a Sports Illustrated model.”
Who wants to?
I mean, yeah, sure. You look at these women with their so-called perfect curves, swelling bosoms, tight buns, flawless skin, perfect makeup (who the F*** wears makeup at the beach?!) and you might think: *Sigh* Why can’t that be me?
Know what? It’s not them, either.
Any one of us — ANYONE — could look that good if we had personal hairdressers and makeup artists and (of vital importance) a photographer who knows the value of lighting, draped clothing (or not), and airbrushing.
But the world moves on convinced in its heart that these women are the ideal. Would they feel that way knowing that Miz X woke up that morning bloated as an inner tube and cranky as hell? Would they accept Miz Y with an inflamed pimple the size of a third world country on the end of her nose? Would they delight in Miz Z’s cellulite-riddle thighs?
Meanwhile, regular everyday women are made to feel less than worthy. Worse, they EMBRACE that they are made to feel this way.
Throw it off, ladies, I implore you.
Hear me and take heart — you are PERFECT just the way you are. Oh, heck yes, there’s always room for improvement. Obviously, you should eat healthy and exercise, but that’s for YOU, not for the media or the rest of the world. But the inner landscape is worth more than all the sleek and perfect thighs in the world.
You work hard (I know you do). Give yourself a break from time to time. Indulge in those things you love. Learn something new that you’ve always wanted to know. Put yourself first for a change instead of last (or, too often, not at all).
You’re worth it.