The other night I had some wonderful couples over for a date night. The women naturally gravitated towards the kitchen and lovely chit chat while the men gravitated towards a football game I graciously told my husband he could keep on low... (Not that I tell him what to do...)
Since the women were in the kitchen, we started munching on some of the yummy snacks that were brought over. Since we were munching-- talk started turning towards weight, body type, dieting, losing weight, exactly how much each woman felt she needed to lose...
Okay so this is what has been on my mind ever since.
All of the ladies that were in my home were so lovely. I don't just say these things. They were sincerely lovely and I would stop and stare if I saw them walking down the street. I do that.
Not only that-- but let me say that these women are intelligent. Not only are they book smart, but they are life experience smart. They have some of the most beautiful lives because of challenges they are brave enough to overcome daily. They have that glow about them that only comes to those who have faith. They are lovely. Like I said.
Yet here they were talking about weight. Diet. Perceived imperfections. Yes, I am going to say perceived, because I just don't see it.
I. Just. Don't. See. It.
I am a person who believes in acknowledging weaknesses. I LOVE people who are constantly trying to improve themselves, their lives, and the lives of the people around them. I am happiest when I am improving something, be it my soul, my home, my life, someone else's life, etc.
But there is just something about complaining about a lovely body shape that irks me. Especially when you pair that body shape with a lovely mind. I mean, there is no comparison.
I believe that one of the first steps to overcoming this tendency is to learn to love many different body shapes.
Because it is silly to just believe there is one lovely shape.