In My Skin: Another Necessary Rant (upgrade!)

“B*&ch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me. Baby I’m me, so who you? You’re not me, you’re not me. And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care.” – Weezy F. Baby, “I’m Me”

So, I wasn’t planning on posting today.  Calling my life hectic these days is the understatement of the century. And, there are other things that I should be doing right now.  But, I have to take a minute.

Lately, I’ve been surrounded by people who are cuh-razy body conscious. Now – I’m body conscious – there are things I need to work on.  And I go to the gym because it makes me feel good, I actually enjoy working out (usually) and it helps me lose and/or maintain my weight loss.  But, make no mistake about it, I know I’m thick.  And I’m OK with that.  Like actually, really OK with it [Insert inside joke here D-Magic].

In fact, flaws and all, I think pretty highly of myself.  I am well aware of the fabulosity that makes me who I am. And, I’m pretty sure at least somebody out there things I’m fabulous because I have been told that I’m pretty, beautiful and have great legs (just last Thursday!).  Side note: I work my legs out really hard at the gym.  I’m proud of the fact that I can leg press more than a lot of guys. OK, we’re back.  Anyway, the fact of the matter is that I think I’m pretty darn cute.

But lately, I feel like I’ve been surrounded by people who don’t think quite so much of themselves.  And, it’s annoying. Not because I am conceited or anything (at least, I try really, really hard not to be).  But, it’s still annoying.  First, you are cute/adorable/smart/slim or whatever other compliment you are fishing for.  I’m only going to tell you once.  It’s not my job to convince you that you are fabulous. I have to remind myself everyday how wonderful I am.  It’s like in Christianity – at a certain point you have to learn how to encourage yourself/pray for yourself/speak things into your life.  You have to mature.  You can’t always rely on everyone else’s prayer/encouragement to get you through a trial/tribulation/tough time.  The same principle applies.  At a certain point you have to accept that you are what you are and tell yourself how great all of that is.

I don’t mean that you shouldn’t change or improve.  Not at all.  I try really hard to do that.  But it has to be for the right reason.  And let’s face it, to find a boyfriend, make your man happy, pick up chicks, or buy designer clothes ain’t it. Now I don’t know what the right reason for you is.  But, I’m pretty sure that if you’re doing it to find somebody else, keep somebody else or fit into some really expensive clothing that you’ll still be unhappy once you’ve done those things.

At what point to we grow up and accept ourselves, flaws and all? Nobody is perfect – so when do we start accepting that we aren’t perfect and love ourselves just the way we are?  So what that my tooth is a little crooked?  It doesn’t stop every guy I’ve ever dated from telling me that my smile is one of my best (and usually their favorite) feature.  So why spend the time harping on my crooked tooth?  That is energy that can be directed elsewhere in a much more positive manner. What is it that you’re wasting your time harping on?

I don’t mean to rant but I’m just sayin . . . I spend a lot of time working on me, making sure I’m happy and content and comfortable in my own skin.  And frankly, I’m a little tired of listening to others gripe because they aren’t comfortable in their own skin. I’m not ranting, just sayin . . . (OK, I am ranting).

So do us all a favor and stop focusing on the flaws. Stop complaining because you hate your curly hair.  Focus on how great your eyes are, how wide and welcoming your smile is and how cute your butt is.  If you worked and worked and worked and can’t get rid of that little tummy pooch, figure out how to hide it (try a wide belt cinched at your natural waist). And, if you don’t like the way you look – get up and do something about it.  I’m looking for a jogging partner.  And, if you are doing something about it then STOP WHINING! The change will come eventually.  If you’re doing what you’re supposed to do, it’ll come.

I’m comfortable in my own skin so please stop making me uncomfortable around yours.

Signed,
There are Bigger Fish to Fry Barbie

~ by countryclubbarbie on October 2, 2009.