The other day I posted a picture on Facebook and the result was a lively dialogue that I wanted to share here as well. The results from me commenting about being plus sized, were wild. GOOD dialogue to have though.
I am plus sized and over 40. I’m a soccer mom with 3 kids. I oppose what media images project beauty is yet, I am beautiful. I’m not conceited because I am blessed and grateful. I am confident because I am a loved, lover. I’ve learned and am learning what it means to be a woman and I share this knowledge with all my beautiful sisters, so that we may ALL be better human occupants of our bodies and this planet… PEACE.
I wanted to jump on here and say THANK YOU ALL again for the encouraging comments and likes. When I say plus sized, I’m not in anyway alluding to thinking I’m fat (although, trust me, I’ve taken some photos that made me wonder…), what I am saying is that I am FULL FIGURED. I am not waif, small, slight in anyway. I wear a size 8 and I’m 5′ 5.5″ I am soft all over with “texture” on certain areas of my body. I don’t have abs. I could totally trip about my imperfections because everyday I have look at tiny people, who I am told are beautiful. And sometimes they are but I recognize beauty in people of all sizes. I work out for health and I appreciate the aesthetics. The plus size label is NOT my idea. It just is. And I’m ok with it. Plus must mean fabulous because that’s how I spend most days feeling. I am not trying to have my 18 year old bod back but I don’t want hyper tension or diabetes either (both run in my family). I share my personal life in hopes to always inspire others to break free from thoughts and behaviors that are not conducive to living healthy, happy lives. For those of you that don’t know how our media classifies size I suggest the book HUNGRY by Crystal Renn. That’s all… 😉
The demand for a woman’s need to be rail thin juxtaposed against the corruption and advertising of food is insane. It occurs to me that the culture of beauty could use a makeover….