While we were dating, my husband, apropos of nothing, told me that I had fat ankles. Can you believe that I married him anyways? Sadly, however, he was not wrong; no ankle bracelets for me. Years later I heard the term cankle for the first time, and it occurred to me that society might be more concerned with my ankles than I was. Of all the body parts to worry about, this doesn’t make the top of my list (except when I put on crop pants).
Like most women, I have many body parts that I would gladly change if I could. My husband has been instructed that if I ever break my nose and am unconscious, he should have it reset smaller. And I am holding out hope that, like my mom, my breasts will grow after menopause. We won’t talk about my middle-age-spreading waist, but suffice to say it made it into my blog’s name. But I am realistic and know that, sans surgery, there are many things I just cannot change about my body no matter how much I exercise or diet.
Some parts provoke a love/hate relationship. Like my butt. Even at my thinnest, my derriere is round and bigger than average. It sticks out behind me like a little bustle. It makes it challenging to buy pants. For years I wished it was smaller. But at some point I realized that I actually like having some roundness; my friend is flat back there and hates it. And my husband has sung my butt’s praises for years. He also appreciates that I actually have an (almost) hourglass figure, another thing I have mixed feelings about (and that is usually undetectable under my typically shapeless clothes). I like that I curve in and out – I just wish there was a lot more curving out on top, and more curving in at the middle, and, of course, a bit less bottom althogether. Barbie I am not.
But (no pun intended), today I actually want to focus on the positive. We all have something we like – it might be something we wouldn’t normally focus on. For example, I have great naturally shaped eyebrows. You can’t see them unless I add color since they are pretty fair, but that also means you can’t see the few strays hanging out below. And I have strong fingernails. And, as my mother-in-law says, “neat” feet. The fronts of my thighs are nice and firm (and we won’t focus on the other angles). And, always lipstickless, I think I have nicely shaped lips. And I have broad, but not too broad, shoulders. I know those don’t sound like much, but I think it’s progress just to recognize that I don’t dislike everything about my body.
I invite you to join me in a celebration of the body parts that we DO like. Everybody has something. Think about it. Applaud it. And if you want to, share it here.