To the woman who posted that tasteful but nude body shot full of stretch marks, sagging skin and scars to Facebook, complete with a sixteen paragraph post on how you accept your flaws and love them like the pieces of you they are; You are awesome, and brave. I have so much respect for you, I know how much courage it took to do that, but I have one thing to say to you: STOP PRESSURING ME TO LIKE MY BODY.
Today I saw your photo, and it depressed me. I didn't feel a boost of confidence and I certainly didn't feel brave. I felt weak. Weak because I don't love my body the way you love yours. I haven't gotten to the point where I can throw caution to the wind, wear a bikini to the beach and stick my finger up at anyone who snickers behind the …show more content…
I read that part and I felt ashamed. Ashamed that I don't like the way my babies changed my body. Ashamed because I KNOW, alright? I know there are women out there that wish they could fall pregnant and would gladly take all the stretch marks and extra kilos in the world, just to have the chance to start a family. So, I should feel extremely grateful, and LOVE mine. The thing you don't understand is I AM GRATEFUL. I am so grateful I was blessed with two beautiful angels for daughters. I am not a bad person because I think MY stretch marks are unattractive. I don't look at women on the beach wearing their flaws like badges, and wish they would cover up. I look at them and feel jealous that I am not comfortable enough within myself, to do the …show more content…
For those of you who don't know what that is, it literally means mother I'd like to F@*K. I felt great for about 2.5 seconds. This meant this person thought I was hot right? Awesome, you go girl. The thing this person didn't know, is I spent two hours in front of the mirror that morning. I straightened, then re-straightened my hair twice. I put three different foundations, and twice as much eye make-up on then I feel comfortable in. I wore my crazy expensive and ridiculous tummy shaping pants and the loosest top I owned. EVERYTHING ABOUT ME WAS HIDDEN BEHIND A MASK. My pimples were covered, my muffin top concealed and my natural skin colour altered. And just like that, good feeling
Today I saw your photo, and it depressed me. I didn't feel a boost of confidence and I certainly didn't feel brave. I felt weak. Weak because I don't love my body the way you love yours. I haven't gotten to the point where I can throw caution to the wind, wear a bikini to the beach and stick my finger up at anyone who snickers behind the …show more content…
I read that part and I felt ashamed. Ashamed that I don't like the way my babies changed my body. Ashamed because I KNOW, alright? I know there are women out there that wish they could fall pregnant and would gladly take all the stretch marks and extra kilos in the world, just to have the chance to start a family. So, I should feel extremely grateful, and LOVE mine. The thing you don't understand is I AM GRATEFUL. I am so grateful I was blessed with two beautiful angels for daughters. I am not a bad person because I think MY stretch marks are unattractive. I don't look at women on the beach wearing their flaws like badges, and wish they would cover up. I look at them and feel jealous that I am not comfortable enough within myself, to do the …show more content…
For those of you who don't know what that is, it literally means mother I'd like to F@*K. I felt great for about 2.5 seconds. This meant this person thought I was hot right? Awesome, you go girl. The thing this person didn't know, is I spent two hours in front of the mirror that morning. I straightened, then re-straightened my hair twice. I put three different foundations, and twice as much eye make-up on then I feel comfortable in. I wore my crazy expensive and ridiculous tummy shaping pants and the loosest top I owned. EVERYTHING ABOUT ME WAS HIDDEN BEHIND A MASK. My pimples were covered, my muffin top concealed and my natural skin colour altered. And just like that, good feeling