I love my body! I truly do. I didn’t always truly, madly deeply have self-love and body confidence but these days I have it in bucket loads, with some to spare.
Yesterday I had some fillers and anti-wrinkle jabs in my face and while most applauded a few did not. In fact they were down right mean molls about it, so let’s set the record straight.
I loved my body when it was broken. I loved it when my guts and vag were cut open to deliver two amazing sons. I even loved it when the surgeons cut my tits off, in fact I loved it through that trauma. I loved it when doctors injected
poison life altering drugs life-saving chemo into my veins. I have loved my body through skin searing radiotherapy and ten surgeries.
I have loved this body through weight gain, pregnancy, sexual abuse and more.
I love my body and yet still I like to alter and pretty it up a little.
I wear makeup, tan my skin, paint my nails, shave my legs, colour my hair, tint my brows, trim my toe nails, clean my teeth, pluck the hairs from my chin, wear earrings, use moisturiser, skin care and even wear clothes.
I love my body even though I asked the doctors to carve me up and rebuild my tits…made from my back. I let them inject me, cut me, stitch me, drain me and do things you could never imagine. I then had implants inserted and nipples tattooed.
Even after this I still love me and my body. In fact all of that made me love it more.
Yesterday I had some stuff jabbed in my face, my thin lips look fuller…I like it. One email accused me of not caring for my body because I injected stuff that wasn’t natural into it. Ummmm, I HAD FREAKIN CHEMO. I eat packaged food, wear makeup, colour my hair (see above list)…heck, I even eat white bread and bloody love it!. We all do shit every day that isn’t natural or healthy.
I did not do any of the above for anyone other than ME because what others think of me is none of my business. I did it all because I just bloody wanted to. I did it because of curiosity, because I can, because I like it.
We don’t have to justify our choices to anyone, and neither should we be a judgey moll who judge other women. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel ‘less than’ because of your choices made for YOUR body.
Just remember that your boundary may be someone else’s half-way mark, and that’s ok. I like me, I love me and I will always have fun with prettying up me.