5 Ways to Love Your Body Better.

Via on Sep 12, 2013

Jade's belly

Say the word belly anywhere near my 17-month-old daughter, and she immediately lifts up her shirt up like a Mardi Gras reveler.

“Bay-yay!” she announces with an enormous grin, her eyes wide and shining. She can’t believe her good fortune to possess her soft, poofy, paper-white stomach.

When do we lose this awe of our own bodies? When does that awe turn, as it so often does, to self-loathing, particularly for women?

I travelled a long way from the amazement and pride I see in my little girl. Starting at a tender age, I alternated between strict diets and overeating. I stood on the scale thousands of times, waiting for the number to tell me how to feel.

I obsessed and stood in front of the mirror, turning from front to back, side to side, eyeing my own body with disgust.

I wished myself different.

I wore long sweaters even on scorching summer days, an attempt to camouflage my generous butt.

Over the years, I’ve found a few ways to shift my focus from one of criticism to awe and appreciation for my body.

Focus on the positive

When I used to look in the mirror, all I would see was what I didn’t like. It was as if I was just a pair of hefty hips or lumpy legs. I didn’t see my delicate wrists or smooth skin.

Try shifting the focus to what you like about yourself. Zoom in on your thick hair, your pretty feet, the dimples that bloom when you smile.

Focus on the minutiae

Have you ever stared at the back of your hand so intently that you notice the patterns in your own skin? The desert of tiny triangles, the small hills of turquoise veins weaved over long, straight bones?

Our bodies are amazing, intricately choreographed systems. Sometimes our bodies encounter problems, but mostly, minute by minute, they work; they do exactly what they are supposed to do.

They keep us alive.

Challenge yourself

I recently ran my first 5k. In middle school, I once tried to break my own leg to get out of gym class. I leaned on the excuse of asthma, sinus issues, and anything else I could conjure up to excuse myself from running and team sports.

For me, running for three miles on purpose, with nobody chasing me, was a small miracle. As I rounded the finish line, I felt expansive.

What else might I be able to do, that I didn’t think I was capable of? What might your body be capable of?  

Make a list

What accomplishments has your body already performed for you? Have you carried, given birth to or nursed a baby? Had an orgasm?

Maybe you can do party tricks with your body: I can take off my socks and roll them into a ball without using my hands. How about you? Can you walk? Run? Swim? Enjoy a massage? Stare at clouds floating across a sky?

Make a “ta-da” list in appreciation of your body. Post it somewhere you can see it often.

Have compassion

Our bodies, these beautiful jungles, these secret gardens of organs and blood, collaborating and pulsing, unseen—they are mortal. We die. It is bittersweet to remember this, maybe even terrifying.

But when I remind myself that I am human, that one day I won’t have this body anymore, I find it impossible to be critical. Instead, I want to curl up with it, love it fiercely, soaked in gratitude.

Every time my daughter unleashes her sweet, beautiful round belly, it reminds me to challenge my perspective and perceptions.

To look with love instead of criticism—I might not ever get to the point of pulling my pants down and gleefully announcing, “My bum!”

But then again, I just might.

 

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Ed: Bryonie Wise

About Lynn Shattuck

Lynn Shattuck lives in Portland, Maine with her husband and two young children. She blogs about parenting, imperfection, spirit and truth telling—you can connect with her through her website or find her on Facebook.

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6 Responses to “5 Ways to Love Your Body Better.”

  1. bless the bellies ! thank you for this joyous reminder !

  2. heidi says:

    this is great, lynn… thanks so much for sharing! ;)

  3. Tergali says:

    Thanks. Share it and for myself I have to say that when I was teenager I never notice my 40cm belly until I became a mom and my bell deow up to give me the best gift of my life my son Alex and then I appreciate and thank God for the miraculous of life that aloud me to me his mom : D and fortunately we do as much

    Exercise as we can together and I don’t know what size is my belly but who cares whit that so much joy in my life :) !!! Thanks for all again

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