This serves as a reminder to love your body. Society does not quite teach us how to do that, so what if we taught ourselves how to love our bodies?
When you are young, your mother’s body is perfect. Not in literal terms no, but her hugs are soft and warm. Her breasts give you food. Their fullness, along with her soft stomach, are perfect pillows to fall asleep on.
When did it start then? That probing fear of our human bodies? With your siblings saying your nose is too big? A girl in class snickering behind you, going on about your funny legs.
Then suddenly you start singing yourself the same harmful phrases. “You are too fat and fat is bad. You are too skinny. You are not skinny enough. Your breasts are too big. Why are your breasts so small. Tiny penis, dammit why are you so wrong?”
Unfortunately for all of us, there is no guardian angel to take anyone back to the manufacturing factory.
We are not born with the liberty of choosing how we look. So why do we in-turn think that we can tell others how they can look?
And what about our children? Another unfortunate part of our existence is that when we become parents, there is no miraculous reset button that unburdens us of our flaws.
You still have your fears and insecurities, and unfortunately, yet again we cannot always spare our children from the worst parts of ourselves.
What if we loved our bodies then? What if we returned scornful and arrogant laughs to ridicule? What if we took hold of the voices in our heads and shut them up for good? What if we teach all of this?
What if we sang praises instead, about our beautiful long legs. Our soft curvaceous bodies? Our small symmetrical figures? What if we loved them and were grateful for what our bodies do for us?
Getting up, sitting down, running, smiling, frowning, chewing. So much work they do for us. It is time to love our bodies and ignore what society thinks.