the average model we see is:
-a height of at least 5'10
-a waist of 22''
-bust size of 32
-hip size of 24''
-a weight around 110 lbs
- and a BMI ranging between 15-16.5
(that is very unhealthy)
working in retail can sometimes be a shot to your self-esteem. i see how cute the clothes i dress on the mannequins are, and then i go try on the same exact outfit and i immediately want to rip it off. then, the awful, pestering ashlee walks in and points out all my "flaws". i start beating myself up and think, 'if this, and this, and this was different then this outfit would look good on you.'
let's be honest:
- i will never be a size 0, nor even close.
-the last time i wore a size xs or even s was probably when i was 12.
-my butt is big enough to feed a whole family if we resorted to cannibalism.
-by boobs are a whopping D-cup and my buttons pop off when i button up my shirts.
-i still have 'soccer thighs' and have to buy pants a size bigger to cover those bad boys.
-i have a very long torso and most shirts turn to be belly shirts on me.
-i have some pretty curvy hips that look awful in a swimming suit.
-my stomach is already prepared for babies and will probably never have washboard abs.
-i will probably always have a chubby cheeks. i still haven't grown out of them.
the list could go on and on but i think my point is proven. i'm no where near what society deems as 'beautiful'. and honestly, if i were that size, i would just find other things to pick out as my imperfections. this lovely, bodacious body that i have been blessed with, is what makes me, me. there will always be things that we will want to change about ourselves, but would changing all those 'imperfections' really make us happy? my opinion: NO.
so instead, i've really been trying to work on the positives on this body i have:
-i love eating, and eating, and eating. food is more important to me than a small size of pants.
-people get implants to get that 'ghetto booty' and i didn't have to do anything. also, the latinos and black boys love it.
-i'm pretty sure my husband will be grateful for my boobs.
-i want lots of babies and these childbearing hips will come in handy.
-my thighs are probably the strongest muscle on my body. i can hold my own in leg wrestling without even working out.
-my husband will have some cute love handles to grab on to while smoochin'.
i know that it's sometimes difficult to embrace our 'flaws' and to love the skin we are in. but remember, you are you for a reason. you were built and structured the way heavenly father wanted you to be. he loves everything about you. (including that little belly fat you want to desperately go away). to help me remember these things, i've written some cheesy, but uplifting things on my mirror that i see every morning while i get ready. the first being: you are beautiful. i don't think it's vain to tell yourself and truly believe you are beautiful. i have to remind myself of this everyday even the days i feel like a beached whale. i am beautiful and i love who i am. how do we expect someone else to love us when we don't even love ourselves? we will live in a miserable rut the rest of our lives and never feel we deserve the best. so i challenge each of you to work on loving yourself, if you don't already. to see the positives in yourself and love the body you live in.
what do you do to make yourself feel beautiful?