My body is not perfect and you will never hear me say that it is, but damn it is beautiful.
For a long time, I have struggled with the notion that my body is beautiful. It is flawed and imperfect and it has taken me a long time to be okay with this. I have compared myself to my sisters and to a lot of the people around me. I think that as women, we are too often told be society how we are supposed to look this way or that. The way that are portrayed in the media can objectify us and give us unrealistic expectations. I’m not a size two or six or even an eight like my mom for that matter, and I never will be.
Honestly for me, it just isn’t in the cards. But I was walking around my apartment today and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought to myself, “Hot damn! I look good.” The way the sunlight caressed my figure astonished me. It is one of those days where I appreciate my body as a whole instead of just pieces of it. I am more than individual pieces of myself to appreciate. My entire being is beautiful and amazing. Some days I fail to forget that, but I want to remind you that you are beautiful even when you think that you aren’t.
So yes, I’m tall and busy. I am considered plus size but I am beautiful. More importantly I am kind, generous, and smart. As well as talented and strong. It is not my body that matters but the person it houses.
Psalm 139:14 “I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”
Amy Hardesty 