SELF LOVE + TAKING UP SPACE: I Like Big Butts
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Time to be me. Photo by Ursula Gamez on Unsplash |
To not be trying to change something.
You see, I’ve spent my life trying to actively change myself and my habits.
Meaning that my mind has always been on something; on monitoring something that I’m trying to change. It’s mostly been my diet and my weight, but also productivity and various other habits.
Let me tell you, that’s mentally exhausting.
There's constant vigilance required; Is the thing changing? Now? How about now?
Growing up with my fractured family, they made me feel as though there was always something about myself I had to change; either my appearance or who I was.
Appearance-wise it was my weight (too fat, too round) and my hair (too curly).
Personality-wise... well that was a long list. I needed to be more easy-going, more amenable... To be less outspoken, less opinionated, softer, sweeter, quieter.
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Why though? Photo by Andrea Lightfoot on Unsplash |
The ways in which they felt I had to change were the conditions for acceptance and love of course.
And what was the point of staying alive if I could never hope to be loved?
Before you get too angry with my family - you’re certainly welcome to, I personally have a PhD in anger towards my family - let’s be honest, this is what media and advertising is based on.If you change in this way – if you become more of this or less of that – you will in some way be more acceptable, and therefore more loveable.
However, I've come to realize that I don’t need the whole world to love me; it turns out the love of a few good people is enough.
My husband loves me; in fact, he loves the very things about me that my family made me feel were unacceptable.
He also likes my curly hair. His high-school crush was Mariah Carey in the 80’s, with her head full of big curls. When he told me that, my world spun on it's axis... "Oh hey wait a minute - not everyone thinks curly hair is ugly; that was just my dad..."
Personality-wise, he really likes who I am. He likes that I’m a homebody (he’s a homebody too) and that I don’t like going out very much. (Too much noise, too many people for him too.)
I don’t need to be desirable to every man on the planet; I’m desirable to one really good man, and that’s more than enough.
Getting married has also shown me that my friends love me; all four of my best friends were in attendance on my wedding day.I have four best friends – FOUR! That’s a LOT.
Not fickle fair-weather Facebook friends.
My husband loves me; my friends love me.
More important than that, I’m really beginning to love myself.
I started genuinely liking myself before I met my husband, but I’m starting to love myself now.
Loving myself is not a “magical fairy-dust” thing, it’s more like a real awareness of the entirety of my being — my flaws and my strengths — accompanied by a willingness to accept the whole package.
Awareness + Acceptance = SELF-LOVE
Now, I let my hair be big and wild, I let my voice be heard, and I’ve put the scale away.
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Taking up space. Photo by Zdeněk Macháček on Unsplash |
It’s a nice feeling to wake-up without the underlying stress of trying to accomplish something or focus intensely on all the ways I think I need to change.
For most of my life, there was always that pressure of needing to get somewhere else – a better job, a smaller body, straighter hair.
My life was rigidly ruled by all the things I felt I had to do in order to accomplish those things.
But I’m tired now, and I no longer have the energy to fight my body, my hair, or my true nature.
It feels good to let go.
I wake up now and for the first time since I was a kid, I can just think about what I would like to do.
I want to spend time living in that space for a while.
When you’re not focused on an end-goal, your actions become more authentic. You're driven by a desire to feel good or experience joy, or maintain your life in someway that you’ve consciously chosen, instead of for the sake of arriving at a particular destination.
I don’t need to change anything.
I don’t need to be different, I don’t need my life to be different, I just need to be myself.
First, I let go of my family. (That was a big one.)
(You know dad, a lot of people pay a lot of money to get big curls and big butts. There’s even a song about big-butt appreciation…)
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Well it took you long enough, but at least you made it. Photo by Егор Камелев on Unsplash |
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