I have feelings about this.
In this society, loving yourself is a radical act (for a woman).
I don’t have to have a flat tummy in order to love my body! Rubens would love me.
I used to have hangups, for a long long time, about not having a body that is sexy. You know who to blame. (#2 notes that, according to some popular science studies she’s read and chosen to believe, men either prefer meaty, or they really don’t care one way or the other. I would be seriously surprised if #1’s SO didn’t find #1 incredibly sexy. And that’s the only person who matters in a monogamous relationship.) Shout out to my partner for always saying nice things about my body!
Now I’m too old for self-loathing or really any other shame. I’m ready to change my mind.
I am thinking, NOT: “I am awesome anyway,” but rather: “I am awesome, yeah I am!”
I don’t have to have my stuff together in order to be awesome. I am awesome independently of my career.
#2 had a brief bout with imposter syndrome in grad school. She didn’t like it. Yay for therapy and for being unapologetically awesome. I have occasionally wondered if it’s better to err on the side of Dunning-Kruger or the side of imposter syndrome and refer myself to the literature on how over-confidence helps people get ahead. So I figure there’s no need to check my ego, thank you very much. I probably deserve to have a much bigger one, what with being female and having society against me and all. I credit my mother for my healthy self-esteem. I would also credit my awesomeness, but I know plenty of people at least equally awesome who do not have the self-esteems they deserve. For them, I blame the patriarchy. (Also with weight I focus on health rather than body image, and with make-up and hair, I find that ‘frumpy’ helps people take me more seriously in my specific profession. Also I am incredibly lazy.)
#1 again: I decided to feel sorry for people who fat-shame (Mom…), rather than angry at them, because their words are a reflection of feeling terrifyingly out-of-control when someone’s body appears to be out of control. Don’t contradict me on this point, I’m just sayin’.
Various messages are coming from the universe that it’s time to be done with the emotional drain of not thinking I’m awesome.
(#2: SRSLY. Because why think sucky things that aren’t true when you can think awesome things that are?)
Tell us in the comments what is totally awesome about you!