I think we are all sick and tired of the body image messages that have been bombarding us for what seems like forever. Ever since the invention of the corset, womankind has been on a one-way street to exaggerated physical attributes leading us up the garden path of pain and suffering.
Seriously, I am a liberated woman. My body stopped cooperating after the birth of my fourth child and has been in revolt ever since. I am finally able to say to my body, “I love you just the way you are. If you feel you need to make some adjustments then I am cool with that, but no pressure.”
I am not making excuses for not taking responsibility for my body. I genuinely do understand what I need to do but truthfully? I had put me on hold forever, so there was little chance that I would ever succeed at making a lifestyle change in that state. After all, I have been a Zena Warrior Princess, bravely fighting my way through years of stuff that would turn most women’s hair white with worry, not to mention put them in a grave from the stress.
But I am neither making excuses nor glorifying the victim status that I could so easily don like a badge.
I am simply explaining that women need to give themselves a break from the slavery that is fundamental in the pursuit of perfection.
Firstly, we do not look like the magazines, the photos or even the clothes models we see in the shops displaying the latest fashions. I have only ever seen one or two realistic mannequins and even they were not my size.
And the truth is that if you are not happy with your body now, you will not be happy with whatever enhancement you have planned, be it addition or reduction.
I was the slimmest I had ever been, the fittest I could be, dancing five hours a day minimum and I was not happy with my body. In fact, the more I concentrated on the image I saw in front of me day in and day out whilst doing my dance training, the more unhappy I became with it.
Secondly, we don’t fit the clothing that is currently being mass produced. All this cheap clothing that floods the shelves of Kmart and the like is not made for the average Australian body shape. Consequently, a lot of women feel bad that they don’t look good in clothing that has not been designed for their body type.
Thirdly, aren’t you tired of beating yourself up, day in and day out?
I recently had a conversation with my body. I told it that I am no longer going to stress over what it looks like and that it can consequently drop the weight it has been storing to keep me safe. Result? I have lost weight.
I am no longer starving my body, I am feeding it for life. Feeding it fuel that the engine that is my body can use to perform at maximum efficiency.
There are still a few things that I need to introduce or drop out of my diet, but food is no longer a stress point for me. It feels fabulous to not be beating myself up anymore.
So I would encourage you to join the #FatGirlsCanDanceRevolution. Post on your Facebook a picture of yourself and the caption #FatGirlsCanDance. All of us girls will be posting too and we will know that you have joined the revolution.
You are beautiful. You have value. You belong to our community of liberated women. Join the #FatGirlsCanDance Facebook group now and learn tips for getting over fear, betrayal, rejection and the like, as we journey with wisdom as our guide into a fantastic future!