Your body is only the outline. You get to colour it in. You get to decide the actions it makes, the clothes it wears, the food and drink it takes in. You get to decide who it touches (and who touches it). You get to decide whether or not to paint or pluck or ink it. You get to decide what bits of it the world gets to see.
Your genetics are what they are - but ultimately your body is up to you.
Remember that day when that big group of you were at the beach. It was hot and sunny, and you’d been working hard all day. Several people went paddling and you joined them. That cool water and the feels of waves upon your skin was seductive and when a couple of people started stripping off to go in deeper and start swimming you joined them. You didn’t have a bathing suit with you so you swam in your underwear.
You felt brave and daring and powerful. You repeated ‘you’re only young once’ over and over in your mind, and managed to let go for once. You stopped being so painfully aware of the space your body took up and just experienced how wonderful it felt to let that weight be carried by the waves, how cool the water was on your skin, the taste of salt on your lips and the sting of it in your eyes. You laughed and splashed and let the breath get knocked out of you, and when your muscles eventually began to tire you waded back to shore and got dressed again.
That was a perfect day.
That day you didn’t let your demons get the better of you.
That day you had FUN, and not only did you have fun but it was fun that involved the use of your body more than your mind.
That day was a gift to yourself and when you feel your brain trying to stop you from having fun because of your body I want you to remember that day and say,
"Fuck it. I’m only young once."
No one cares about the size of your penis.
If you’re in a relationship with someone and they love you then THEY DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE SIZE OR SHAPE OF YOUR GENITALIA*. NOT AT ALL. If someone seems hung up on it then *spoiler alert* they’re not IN a relationship with you - they’re in one with your junk.
Seriously though. Being in a happy and loving relationship is infinitely better than bigger genitals.
Porn and Love are different things.
*Unless they have dramatically changed in a short space of time in which case please see a doctor. Check for lumps. That stuff is important.
Just because you might not have “child-bearing hips” and a “heaving bosom” doesn’t mean you are any less abundant and glorious and full of the joys of nature as anyone who does. Bold curves are not the only shape found in nature. Of course they are beautiful and lovely but no more or no less beautiful and lovely than the wonder of willows and snow drops and blades of grass and stalks of wheat and daffodils and icicles and lilies and tulips.
Your body is just as natural as any other and you are exactly as feminine and womanly as you choose to be.
So you a didn’t get a valentine? FUCK THE HATERS.
Make today about loving yourself.
Pick yourself a bunch of flowers. Wear your favourite outfit. Eat your favourite foods. Watch your favourite movie. Spend some time listing all the things you love about yourself.
Be your own valentine.
Fuck the haters.
You’re a total babe.
I appreciate your comments about clothing not fitting everyone, but I am exactly the size 6, six foot tall girl you were talking about in your post about revolutionizing the fashion industry. I want you to know that I can never find clothes either. . can barely fit in anything because my hips are so wide. The hems are short and wide or long and tight. I can never find shirts because they are too short or too small. Tights, leggings, and jeans never ever fit me because my legs are too long. I get stuck in dresses when trying on clothes because I have very broad shoulders. I have been told that I cannot be a model because of my hips and shoulders, I cannot play sports because I am too ‘weak,’ and I cannot wear what I want because I am a proportionate tall person instead of the skinny tall person. yes, there needs to be a revolution. But please don’t assume that all 6-foot tall size six girls have the perfect body or have it easy. Because I have lots of imperfections and have to search just as hard as you to find clothing. I want you to know that I am not mad at all, and I think that it was great for you to stand up to accepted norms. But clothes don’t fit freaking anybody. Thanks for your posts. Even when all the world says that I have to be a certain size, They help me realize that I don’t have to have a perfect body.
Posting this because I know we have several followers in the same boat and it’s always good to know you’re not alone in these struggles. They are real and they are widespread and WE LOVE YOU ALL.
If you’re reading this that means your body is fulfilling it’s purpose. It is being alive.
Sure maybe it COULD be running a marathon or giving birth or climbing trees or working hard. It COULD be doing any number of things.
But it doesn’t have to, or need to, in order to be doing just fine.
It’s living, and that’s all you need from it today.
We don’t get to keep our bodies forever.
Sooner or later something is going to come and take it from us, whether that’s a car crash, cancer, or just time. This body is not permanent.
Nothing you can do will stop that happening.
Promise me that, even if it’s just for one day, you will treat your bodies nicely. Kindly. Don’t be hateful to them. Don’t force them against their instincts. Just give yourself a hug.
Not only for you - but the people who will one day lose you - give yourself a day of kindness.