“Help!There’s a skinny person inside of me trying to get out!”
A phrase, similar to the 1980’s Life Call commercial depicting an elderly woman exclaiming, “Help! I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!”
Why do we cry out in agony, as though our curves are cloaks of doom, needing to be shed?
How sad to go through life convinced that our bodies are not our own. To feel shame and the desire to discard our physical vessels like unwanted clothing. At what point did our self-loathing begin? And at what point do we find our way back to self-love?
There are countless reasons why our “skinny” body may have disappeared (if she was ever even there!):
- Physical maturity
- Various life circumstances that evolved and changed, therefore evolving and changing us
Perhaps the thinner bodies which once existed for us humbly and respectfully stepped aside in reverence to the greater, richer, well-rounded person we became through our life experiences. Rather than view our physical transformation as unacceptable, we should proudly display each curve as evidence of the milestones we have reached. Like the rings of a tree, which grow and expand throughout its existence, so should our curves represent our accomplishments, wisdom and grandeur.
Consider this: When walking through a forest, what type of tree captures your attention ~ the tiny sapling just emerging from the ground or the mighty oak, casting its lush shadow across the forest floor, proffering comfort, stability and shelter?