When are we good enough for ourselves?

       So, I've been thinking, when are we just enough, just the way we are, for ourselves? Forget about being good enough for everyone else, why aren't we good enough for ourselves?   My sister wrote a very good blog about the 2 year weight cycle, which I suggest you read. It's truthful and honest and probably every woman in America has dealt with it.  The link is here http://good2greatlife.blogspot.com/2013/08/2-year-weight-cycle.html?m=1 

        But reading it, I began to think about how the weight the scale says helps us define our self worth.  Why?  We are the only person that sees that number, unless your in the doctors office and the skinny beotch nurse announces it out loud as if the waiting room was sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear the number.  Why is that number so important, if we know we are beautiful regardless?  I am pro-healthy--I think everyone should be as fit as they can and as healthy as they can be--but I don't agree with obsessing over a number.  3 little digits have so much power over us--unless your 7 and reading this, then your probably only putting up 2 little digits--if your 26 and reading this and your scale only comes up with 2 digits when you step on it, seek medical attention.



        When is the last time you stood in the mirror in your bra and underwear and said one thing out loud or in your head that you like about yourself?  I bet you are more likely to name the things you dislike about yourself--too fat, too bony, too skinny, shoulders too wide,  my thighs touch (fyi--thighs should touch, if they don't, your a robot), pointy chin, narrow eyes, fat stomach,  little boobs, etc.  We can name 100,000 things that are wrong with us, but probably not one thing we truly embrace and love about our bodies.  I challange you to do that today--get your ass in front of that mirror and say something nice to yourself. 

       Did you know---"Nearly all women (82 percent) think the overall status of women in this country is better than it was 25 years ago"---so, why are we beating ourselves up about our weight?  If we have it so good, and life is so much better for women now,  why is their a defined look of what is and what isn't beautiful?   Every single person is different and beautiful in there own way.  As women, why are we judging each-others beauty---most likely because we don't love ourselves enough to appreciate the looks of others.  Love yourself, or nobody else will.  Guaranteed.

    What I am asking for all of you is be healthy--but more importantly be happy.  Can you be happy eating like a bird and never going out with your friends for the rest of your days---no.  When you die, is anyone going to be talking about how skinny you were?  Probably not--and they will be pissed if at your wake there is carrot and celery sticks only.    Make memories worth having, take chances because you can, tell yourself you're beautiful and believe it, and make others happy---those are all the things you need in this time, I promise you.   You only have ONE SHOT ON THIS EARTH don't waste it obsessing over the 3 little digits down by your feet that your peeking at with one eye shut and squinting, pretending it's lower then it actually says because you didn't put your glasses on.  THE DIGITS DONT MATTER IN THE END.

    

“You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don't know it, all of that doesn't even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It's not like you have forever, so don't waste any of your seconds, don't throw even one of your moments away.”
― C. JoyBell C.