Beach Body Madness is something we all go through.
It may mean something different to you, but it represents the same thing: feeling that we’re not good enough for the things we want because of someone else’s idea of what that should be.
Where beach body madness begins:
Me: I’m gonna get into a bikini next year
Me: I need to lose this belly first
Me: Ugh, that means I need to workout hard, I hate working out.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had this conversation with my husband. I’m going on and on about how I need to whip my body into shape so I can fit into my desired bathing suit and he’s going along for the ride.
He knows better than to jump in with commentary because there is never a right thing to say. He’s a smart guy.
My hubby thinks I’m beautiful. He told me so. He’s not worried about my baby pouch, he had a part in putting it there.
He wants me to be happy and comfortable in whatever I put on so he’s going along for the ride.
I’m pretty sure he also thinks I’m a maniac . . . he hasn’t told me that, I’m guessing (smart guy).
But the other day I was getting dressed for work and I stood in front of my full length mirror, again, thinking how I wanted to get into a bikini and what needed to happen first.
Then I stopped.
Really? Something needs to happen before I can be happy to wear what I want to wear? Why?
Why do I think anything needs to happen before I do something that is clearly going to make me happy?
I’m a beautiful, strong & intelligent woman and yet, someone else’s idea of what my body ‘should’ look like in a bikini is holding me back from putting one on.
It’s beach body madness!
If you have a body, and you’re on the beach, wearing what makes you happy. . . hot dog, you have a beach body!
Sometimes I feel resentment toward those who constantly lament their bodies, and yet, here I am, in the comfort of my walk-in closet, my safe place, lamenting the few inches on my belly that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of life.
And yet, how many times have we not “worn the bikini”, whatever that means to you, because of a story we’re constantly telling ourselves?
Did you miss the party because your makeup wasn’t “just right”? Did you opt out of date night, again, because you were too afraid to spend time alone with your love because that would lead to nakedness? Did you leave that awesome dress at the store because it wasn’t “made for your body?”
Ugh, I’m tired of not walking my path, but sidestepping it to please someone else.
I’m not there yet, but I’m on a journey to wearing that bikini this summer. No, I’m not working out like a fiend or starving myself. I’m shopping for a bikini that I will love and that will love me back!
I’m looking at my body in the mirror every day and saying “look how beautiful you are!” Because I can’t expect it to come from anyone else but me. My husband loves me, but if he told me every day that he thought I was beautiful, I’d have him committed, or I’d commit myself since it would drive me nuts!
Bottom line is, I need to love myself enough to accept or gently change what doesn’t make me happy. But . . . BIG BUT . . . that doesn’t mean I’m mean to myself and chastising myself at every turn hoping for change or to suddenly fall in love.
I’ve got a designer body! I’ve had two babies. One at 38, the other at 42. I’m pushing 50, and I look HOT!
I can and will always take care of myself so I can be here for my babies and grandbabies, but I’m not going to beat myself into submission because someone else says I need to look a certain way to have what I want.
I’m going to love myself enough to love my body and be proud that I’ve had the privilege of having babies. That I have a baby pouch that was created in love.
I’m going to love my body, and not judge myself so harshly that I can’t wear what makes me happy.
Beach body madness be damned! I’m getting and wearing that bikini this summer. . . We all have many “bikini” issues, this just happens to be one of my many. Thankfully, that mirror was kind and I was ready to listen.
Please ponder the thought: What’s your “Bikini” issue? How will you work to move through it? What lesson do you think it will teach you?
Beach Bodies are figments of our imagination . . . let’s start living in the worlds we actually inhabit.
UPDATE:I bought and wore my new bikini when we went on vacation this past February. . . I LOVE it and it felt so incredibly great!