After reading this excellent post from Megan at Writing Out Loud yesterday,
and watching Oprah talk about a book she has read that is changing her life called 'Women Food God',
I feel the universe is trying to tell me something.
The issue is...
It's no more important than the shape of the trees in my garden
or the shape of the clouds in the sky.
They are all different, but none is better or more beautiful than any other.
Why can't I see body shapes the same way?
Why can't I just see something as big or small or long or short or wide or flat
without feeling compelled to place a judgement of ugly or beautiful upon it?
I wish shape was a non-issue.
I wish size was a non-issue.
I wish these things so I could be kinder to myself and my shape and size
which I have always wanted to see as beautiful but more often than not see as ugly.
It's not right.
It's not fair
to me or anyone else.
I am endeavouring to change this thought pattern.
I'm going to start by getting my hands on that book.
I'll let you know how I go.