When I was younger my aunt used to always tell me I had a big bum. I would get really irritated with her because A) I was young B) I already had self-esteem issues C) She was a big woman and who was she to tell me I had a big butt?
When I was in college I realized “Eff me! I have a booty!”
I have loved my booty and I have lost my booty (it’s always the first thing to go when I lose weight – the boobs quickly follow). Since I started running again this last year – like, really running again, like, nearly every day – I have watched my bum disappear a little. But, for the most part, it’s still there. And you know what? I love my butt!
I do! I love it. It’s round and it’s grab-worthy (yes, I’m tooting my own horn), and it holds my pants up. What more could I asked for?
The other night I was changing out of my gym clothes and caught a glimpse of my arse in the mirror. I took a long, hard gander at it – studying it from different angles. And I was in awe. I have mucho respect for my behind.
I’ve also realized over the years that A) My aunt loved me and meant no harm B) Although she was a big woman she had a terribly flat ass!
I’ve fought my body image demons for many years. I have always fought them and I will continue to fight them. And in my fight I am going to love myself and appreciate myself and respect myself. I am going to wrap myself in a big hug whenever I can and be thankful for the legs that carry me, for the butt I sit on, for the arms that reach out and touch.
Hug yourself. Love yourself. Appreciate who you are. Respect your body.