"Lucky that my lips not only mumble
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains
Lucky I have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when I need it
And these two eyes that for no other
The day you leave will cry a river"
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains
Lucky I have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when I need it
And these two eyes that for no other
The day you leave will cry a river"
Shakira "Whenever, Wherever"
Whenever I hear that song, I think of my friend Marie saying how that line made her think of me. I do have small breasts...and I do have stong legs-just like my mother. It's funny how different Marie and I grew up to be in appearance, and yet, I think we are both uniquely and beautifuly designed.
While we look similar, my two older sisters, my mother, and myself each carry a separate beauty all ours. My friend Chelsi and I get mistaken for each other quite often, but even then we're our own masterpiece, each fingerprint and strand of hair, each shadow we cast is perfectly personalized.
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Today is National Love Your Body Day, a day when women of all sizes, colors, ages and abilities come together
to celebrate self-acceptance and to promote positive body image.
So I decided to write about something that's been on my mind lately.
I love...
...my muscular legs, thighs, calves. Partly I inherited and partly I worked hard for.
...my brown hair, brown eyes. Simple yet complex, unique, one shade that's many. Can be hidden in the crowd or stand out alone.
...my olive skin tone, & all the different shades it comes in depending where your eyes land.
...my long piano fingers, with boney knuckles.
...my toes, abused & abstract in design.
...my small bust, chest, collar bones.
...my long neck.
...my butt. Little, but well earned.
...my pear body shape.
...my eyes, my eyelashes & all the tears that have washed them.
...my cheek bones.
...my face, shape & structure.
...my nose, slightly off-center cherry and all. I even love how when I cry, I turn into Rudolph.
...my lips, light pink & not too big, not too small.
...my smile.
...my teeth.
...my long waist, my hips.
...my stomach, just how it is. The abs I have defined and the stomach I haven't.
...my height, not too tall.
...my curves, my shape.
...my heritage, genetics, roots.
...my drive, energy.
...my strong emotions, feelings.
...my passionate heart.
...my spirit, guided by His grace.
...my love for the Lord.
...my dorkiness & goofy since of humor.
...my love for the arts, for nature, the environment, & for God creatures.
...my weaknesses, my failures-for they have and will help shape me. They reveal to me how much I really do need God.
...my uniqueness, my artistic design. Handcrafted by my Heavenly Father.
...me! & all that it embodies
It is always a good reminder of how important it is to take care of our bodies God’s way rather than “our” way, and how we don’t need to live by the law. I wonder when I’ll ever truly get that through my head! Love you