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 Sometimes people don't realize how much the things they say effect us. Growing up I was nicknamed "thunder thighs" by my mom as she would laugh and tell me I was the only baby ever born with cellulite. I'm relatively sure my mother wasn't trying to scar me emotionally for life, but for as long as I can remember I've hated my thighs-- considered them an enemy to be vanquished by long hours of running and lunges. I was a dancer growing up, five days a week were spent turning, stretching, leaping, extending, and while many dancers grow up to be long and lean, I grew to be short and squat. There was just no way around it: long lean muscle just wasn't in my genetic makeup, bulky muscular legs where.What's amazing is that there's so much of my body that isn't my legs. I can't tell you how long it took me to realize that I was more than just thighs. I can't tell you because it's an embarrassingly recent discovery of mine. What I can say is that I consciously try to focus on the positives. There are parts of my body that are pretty friggin' amazing. I have great skin, which is something I really didn't appreciate as a teenager. While the rest of my pubescent-cohorts were battling acne, I barely remembered to wash my face. I have awesome boobs. Look, I may never attract a leg man, but I pass the pencil test. I have thick hair, sometimes I consider this a curse rather than a blessing (like when it takes me an hour to blow dry it thoroughly) but when the styling is over it makes me feel très chic. I have decently proportioned ears...okay, you get the picture.
I think that being optimistic is something that actually takes a fair
amount of work. Part of being intelligent is being able to see all
sides of a situation, but optimism is being grounded enough to choose
to focus on the good. And that is my constant battle with my body. I
see it for what it is, but I'm choosing to focus on the sweet spots.
I'm working on the eternal wisdom to love my thighs in all their glory,
but until such nirvana is achieved, I will continue to focus my
critiques on the pore size and ear to head ratio I deem superior. So,
what's your body sweet spot? You know you want to brag; you should,
you're totally hot.
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I like my nose. Now, the skin on my nose is terrible. The pores double as grocery bags, and since I wear glasses, they are always, well, in pretty bad shape. I have little veins on the sides. Just, well, not too pretty skin in that area, alright?
But I love the shape of my nose. It turns up a bit, and when I look at my silhouette on the sidewalk, it makes me think of Tinkerbell.
Oh, Kim, me too with the thighs and the dancing. Sometimes I literally cry when I think about how much energy I spent as a teenager hating them and thinking I was fat! I should have appreciated what they could do, because they can do it no more. Turnout? What's that?
But at least I had and have a ballerina neck. It is long and ends at a lovely pair of collar bones.
Not surprisingly, my issues are mostly with my legs too. I've always hated my thick thighs and calves. I'm vertically challenged at 5'2" too, so I felt that my thick legs were always accentuated by their short length. At 25 years old, I still have to constantly remind myself that I'm not all thighs and calves. Yes, they're not as thin as other people's, but they're mine and I'm a pretty damn good person.
I have pretty eyes with really long lashes. I recently got my makeup done for a wedding I was in, and the lady told me my lashes were longer than their medium-length fakes ones they use. I've also always had really clear skin and blonde hair (when it was dyed red or brown). It's so easy to forget these things when our minds are always preoccupied with features we can't change.
Reading your post lifted my spirits, thank you :) I was pretty down on myself and I needed that reminder that I'm more than just thights too. Thanks!
Not surprisingly, my issues are mostly with my legs too. I've always hated my thick thighs and calves. I'm vertically challenged at 5'2" too, so I felt that my thick legs were always accentuated by their short length. At 25 years old, I still have to constantly remind myself that I'm not all thighs and calves. Yes, they're not as thin as other people's, but they're mine and I'm a pretty damn good person.
I have pretty eyes with really long lashes. I recently got my makeup done for a wedding I was in, and the lady told me my lashes were longer than their medium-length fakes ones they use. I've also always had really clear skin and blonde hair (when it was dyed red or brown). It's so easy to forget these things when our minds are always preoccupied with features we can't change.
Reading your post lifted my spirits, thank you :) I was pretty down on myself and I needed that reminder that I'm more than just thighs too. Thanks!
I like my eyes a lot. I love the color, the shape, the size, my lashes (which gay men have cooed over). Yeah, I dig my eyes.
I also like my skin. It's pretty clear and soft and I never had any real acne problems (knock wood).
I also really like the proportion of my butt. It's a little bigger than I like it to be right now, but I like its shape and I like how its proportioned to the rest of my body. In fact, I have to say I like my body proportion overall. I like that when I gain weight I gain it everywhere, so everything always still looks in proportion. Granted, I really, really wish I didn't gain weight as easily as I do- that is just not fair, honestly, but if I have to I'm glad I do the way that I do.
Another pear-shaper here, and I try really, really hard to keep in mind something Carson Kressley said to one of the women on "How to Look Good Naked" -- something along the lines of "you're 5'7", and you're seriously obsessing over maybe six of those inches? That tiny fraction of you is all you see when you look in the mirror?" Because...yes. That is always the first thing I see in a full-length mirror -- I look straight to my hips and thighs. And yes, that is crazy. And I need to knock it off.
I like my hair, a lot of the time. I have the face of a nice person, which I really like. I've got a nice rack. And those hips are hung together in such a way that I have a strong and confident stride that I really enjoy, and which permits me to come across as more confident than I feel.
Instead of having big hips and thighs, I've decided to refer to my lower half as being "built for sin." Instead of being a pear-shape, I think I'm going to refer to myself as guitar-shaped. Pears, although sweet and delicious, are lumpy and go rotten, but guitars are shapely beautiful things that people like to look at, listen to, and play with.
...Because I do have a larger lower half. I mean, it's going to continue to be larger, and it'll likely get even more muscular the more I fence, so I might as well own it, y'know? :)
I like my feet. I really love having my toes done!
Good one. (Ditto on the thighs ... I hated those even before I started hating my stomach...)
But on to the good... My eyelashes are crazy long. When I wear mascara, I get asked by people whether they are fake. Random people on the subway or at the grocery store feel compelled to ask me and then proceed to talk to me about what mascara I use :)
I do have great skin on my face, which is great. No acne problems here which I am grateful for.