She Says: The Most Important Person Who Loves Me is Me.
Monday, July 20th, 2009What’s going on everyone? I didn’t eat anything all that exciting today, but I did have a rather filling dinner.
In an Ezekiel Tortilla Wrap too filled to close I enjoyed 2 Dr. Praeger Veggie Burgers on top of Roasted Garlic Hummus, Spinach and BBQ Sauce.
Eating 2 is something Mark usually does, but hey, I was really hungry. And then I had the rest of these almonds.
Why did I have such a hearty appetite? Probably my yoga + marathon shopping trip today. I swear I cannot remember the last time I bought a non-athletic oriented article of clothing without using a gift card… Still thinking … I think it was last fall when I bought a T-shirt and butterfly patterned button down at Old Navy. Anyway, I wanted to get a little sundress to wear to my sister in law’s baby shower.
And just how was that shopping trip? Well if you are my Twitter friend you probably know because mid-trip I pondered why all dresses make me look pregnant. Does anyone know why this is a popular style? Please tell me because I do not get it. This is not a good look for short people with hips and boobs. Are there any people really into fashion who can assure me that this horrific trend is almost over?
Now I will be honest. In the past, a day filled with dress after horrible dress would have seriously put a damper on my mood. I would have cursed my boobs, hips and mom for giving me them. When thinking about what to write today I realized that I’ve really grown a lot in terms of self-acceptance.
Before I went shopping I did some Dave Farmar yoga. Today he spoke about true happiness and his message resonated during my shopping trip. He explained that if you practice yoga for the yoga bum, that’s fine, but you’re not going to be happier or any different once you have that nice yoga bum. If your happiness is contingent on something external and impermanent, how you can you ever really be happy? It’s the same thing I’ve talked about in terms of the scale. When you’re old, are you going to be said because your once taut bum is saggy? God I hope I’m not sad about that when I’m 30, 40, 50, etc. Why be sad about it now?
When I was trying on these dresses and they looked horrible, I could have gotten really upset. Believe me, I have in the past. Instead I shrugged it off. Well actually, I made the mistake of convincing myself that one dress looked good. I shall be returning that. Anyway, today I did not get mad at myself because my body looks horrible in this style dress. It sounds so corny and kindergartens, but it’s important to remember that people come in all shapes and sizes and you are just one of those many shapes and sizes. I cannot change my body type and people in my life do not love me any more or less because of it. And ya know what? The most important person who loves me is me. And if I don’t love myself now, boobs and hips and all, then when will I?


