Thanks for that Rod, but these lyrics could just as easily read:
If you love your body, and you think it’s sexy,
come on let the whole world know
It’s a very generalised explanation of the I heart my body campaign being run again by We Heart Life, and yes, it doesn’t do it justice because it’s not all about flaunting uber sexy bodies that we’re uber confident about.
I wasn’t going to go near this campaign, because I feel neither sexy nor confident, and felt really hard pressed to find anything I love about my body. I really didn’t think I could find a photo of my body that I LOVE and then share three things I love about it.
I guess I could play it safe and say I love my eyes because they’re the same colour blue as my Dad’s. Or that I’m lucky to have straight teeth, or nice nails. That’s three right? But it doesn’t scratch the surface.
Then I remembered I posted on Instagram this photo of myself at the races last weekend.
My desperately warbled version of, “Come on sugar let me know” perhaps?
Well, people did let me know. Lots of them (well, 40 is lots to me!).
But that’s not really a reason to love my body.
I can’t even trot out the line that I love my body for producing two beautiful children (totally valid for others, just not for me).
It protested being pregnant, twice, with violent extended morning sickness.
My pelvis crumpled under the weight of my tiny babies, twice, ending in a brace and crutches.
Eventually it evicted my tiny babies too early, twice, and gave them and me a challenging start in life as mother and child.
My body didn’t cope well with the pace and stress of my life and eventually it crashed and burned.
It still reminds me every day that the next crash is just a stray step away.
I guess you could say my body has let me down, and until recently, I would have agreed.
But not any more.
The real reason I love my body is because it is smarter than me.
It would tell me when it was in trouble – and I didn’t listen.
It would scream at me to rest – but I charged on through my pregnancies and life with deaf ears.
It brought me to a screaming halt – and I started to learn to listen.
The reason I love my body in this particular photo is that it told me, “Today is going to be a really big day – pace yourself”
And I listened.
I’ve learned a pretty big lesson over the last year about how important is it to listen to your body. Really hearing what it’s telling you, rather than blaming it for unimaginable pain, scowling at the signs of sacrifice, and being embarrassed by it’s “failures”.
And now I’m starting to respect it more.
The next step for me is to start really looking after my body – my mantra, “Take Care”.
No more excuses.
It’s the only body I’ve got - I have no choice but to love it.
What’s your body telling you?
Please go and check out the other posts written by other women who are brave enough to share why they love their bodies.
Disclosure: In writing this, I become eligible to win a portrait photography session with the lovely Ulyana. But it’s not the reason I wrote it. I wrote it because in the past few weeks I’ve realised some pretty big things about my health, how I can help myself, and how I can help others too. Stay tuned ;)