You see, he saw curves and he likes them. I, however, see thighs. I have never liked my thighs. Even before I ever had an eating disorder and thought the shape of my legs was entirely relevant to everything I do, I still felt awkward and embarrassed by my thighs. At hubby's insistence that I had to wear the cute shorts I had on, I finally agreed. I knew I wasn't going to be comfortable in my skin so I added my cute thick wedge sandals. The wedge would give the illusion of more tone to my legs. I added a second coat of blue nail polish to my toes. I decided the fingers could use a coat to match the toes. I did my makeup. I did everything I could to keep my focus on things that were NOT my legs.
I wouldn't call it completely successful but I also wouldn't say it was a complete failure either. I wore the shorts all day. We went to the museum and to the zoo. I was able to keep my mind off of my legs as long as I was standing up (which was a good chunk of my day). I was able to distract myself with my bright blue nail polish and playing with my kids. I forced myself, though not always easily, to not "hear" the comments that I "know" are being said about my legs and butt. And you know what? Gosh darn it, I actually had fun! Maybe if I can stop thinking about my legs more often, I would enjoy so many more experiences that I worry anxiously over and miss out on.
|Me and my boys being pirates|
|ready to hoist the jolly roger and sail the 7 seas|
|cotton candy mouth|
|cotton candy mouth and pirate "tattoo" on the face|
|the pirate turtle|
|my fun distraction :)|