At the playground the other day (does this tell my life story, or what?), two older girls around 8 years old were intently focused on the two young girls in my charge asking the sorts of questions kids do, when a few more girls joined us. When one girl told me that she was five and I looked surprised, and older child goes, “she doesn’t look like it because she’s chubby!” and I felt I was well-placed as a child-care supervisor at that moment.
“It takes all shapes, all sizes to make beautiful come about.
Wouldn’t it be boring if we all looked the same?”
I really believe that. More and more lately.
and I wake up in the morning and say, this is me, even makeup free.
I’m even proud of my little tummy, the way it feels pressing against my shirt, the way it looks under my sundress.
These points of progress are all a part of a greater, body-positive plan that I have been working on, for myself and those around me.
Everywhere I look, I see beauty in the real people on streets and the falsified and prepackaged beauty in advertisements and on magazine covers makes me disdainful.
We can do better than that!
We are better than that!
We hold beauty in our hands, in our skin, inside our bodies, in our eyes, in our words.
I’ve never had a more freeing thought.
We create beauty by BEING.
You can create beauty in everything, small and big, that you choose to do.