People always tell me that they wish they loved their bodies the way I love mine.
I always respond that self love isn’t being “in love” with what your body looks like.
When I think about things I love about my body, what I think of is the following:
I love my legs, because they carry me through life, help me walk, move and travel (which I’m doing right now!! ).
I love my arms because they allow me to give great hugs and to cuddle my dog.
I love my belly for giving me great gut feelings about people, situations and life.
AND maybe one day it will hold a baby for 9 months, who knows!
I love my eyes because they help me see and experience the world around me.
I love how strong my body is and how well it recovered from so many years of food restriction, excessive exercise and malnourishment.
But I don’t LOVE the look of my body.
I accept the look of my body and don’t want to change it, but that doesn’t mean that I walk around thinking “heck yeah, I look amazing!!!”
And I don’t have to.
You don’t have to either.
We can love our bodies for what they allow us to do and we can learn to love ourselves for being a great mother, daughter, sister, partner, friend, auntie, niece etc etc instead.
We can love ourselves for our compassion and kindness or our love for nerdy things (I’m talking to you, fellow Harry Potter fan!) or our ability to take care of others and make them feel loved.
There’s so many things that fall into the category of self love for me, but adoring how my body looks isn’t one of them.
I prefer to focus on more important things
I hope that this post helped you look at self love in a different way and realize that it isn’t as unachievable as you thought
It’s way closer than you think, don’t you agree?