It’s the end of the year. I love that the new year is the most defined abrupt change of the year. You see, spring comes gradually. But after the dark and noisy December holidays come a brighter, quieter, more peaceful January. It’s natural to want to use this time to make a big dramatic change in our lives.
You already know I don’t do new year’s resolutions and I don’t do diets. You’ve heard me say it before, we trade in the darned noisy toy and jewelry advertisements all in our faces just for them to be traded out for ridiculous diet plan and exercise gadget commercials. But by spring how many people are actually more fit than they were on January 2? I don’t have hard statistics but you and I both know the number is probably less than 20. 20 people in America.
So! I’m saving you from my whole bah humbug new year’s resolutions are so stupid presentation.
And I’m not preparing any rah!-rah! come on everybody and do this thing with me project. Been there, failed terribly.
This revolution is about body image. It’s quiet because it’s intimate, personal, not done in a class, and introspective in nature. Why share it with you? Because perhaps you’ll find it useful in your own journey. If not, that’s fine too.
It started with this note to my fashion stylist friend.
I did thousands of sit ups and crunches
Became the champion in ab boot camp classes (I even beat out the football players)
Lost 30 lbs.
Gained them back
Sucked it in
Had the fat sucked out with lipo (twice)
Stuffed it into a girdle, even the super support garments just bow out and make me look pregnant
Work out HARD 4 mornings a weekAnd no matter what, the rotund belly reigns supreme.
So time for a new attitude.
I remember the gap between Madonna’s teeth and how sexy I thought that was and even wanted one. Before Madonna, a gap in the front teeth was something that required immediate and urgent corrective action. It’s about how she carried it.
How about Jennifer Lopez’s butt? I’m sure many in mainstream white society said, “Oh my Gaaah, look at her BUTT!” However, she had a mindset advantage because that butt was good as gold in the black and hispanic communities. She lost tons of weight, but that butt didn’t go anywhere. And now, look who’s getting Brazilian Booty Lifts. It’s all in the way she carried it.
What about Molly Ringwald’s flamin’ red hair? Back in the day, red hair was teased relentlessly and considered to be hideous. Now women dye their hair red so they can be fiery vixens.
Also, Michelle Obama’s hips come to mind. I never (except for the dumbass right wing talk radio assholes) hear anybody (except ooops, wait now, after a quick internet search numerous jealous losers with low self esteem) bemoaning her hips. The majority praises her for always looking fabulous…
I never really had a problem with low self esteem. I don’t care about 
celebrities’ shapes or magazine Photoshop tricks. My weight issues aren’t major. But I’ve been fiending for an hourglass shape since I can remember. I’m finally at the point where that’s enough. It’s a wrap. The struggle is OVER. I’m going to wear this round belly well. No empire waist tent dresses, no crazified color block outfits. I’m finished with wearing clothing shaped like how I wish I were shaped and then feeling self conscious that people will mistake me for pregnant. I’ll continue with my current rigorous fitness routine, and expand my nutrilicious recipe repertoire to drop a few pounds (because of the scale at the doctor’s office that let me know that things are a little over the top). Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But the main thing that will change is my thinking. This belly thing is much more in my head than anywhere else and it’s time for this revolution now. Just in time for the new year.
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