What she wore: nave blue skirt with a ruffle at the bottom, peeking out under this ruffle was a blue and white striped ruffle. Blue and white striped v-neck shirt with capped sleeves. Navy blue leather slides with a narrow white bow, and a kitten heel. Many compliments.
Today on the radio these two D.J.’s (the ubiquitious man/woman combo) were reading a survey out-loud. The survey was which body parts women hated the most on themselves.
86% of women hate their thighs.
I’m in shock. I haven’t thought about my thighs in years.
The only part of themselves that some women claimed to like were their ankles! Their ankles!
The DJ was talking all about how she hates that her thighs touch. Oh my Lord! We are human! Our thighs are supposed to touch! I know a woman who’s thighs don’t touch and it looks kinda weird.
I am sorry, but I don’t hate my body. I don’t get up every morning and say, "thank you for this temple of perfection," but by and large I look at it as a pretty good piece of work that might need a little maintenance now and then. I don’t think I’m Pam Anderson or anything, but my parts work, they get me where I want to go, and I can buy clothes at regular stores. What more do I need?
What really disturbs me is that I don’t think men are nearly as concerned as women. Most men like boobs and butts no matter how they come–they’re not that picky! Why are we so hard on ourselves?
Look, Ladies, banish from your vocabulary the words, "I hate my. . . " Don’t hate yourselves. There are plenty of other people willing to do that for you. Love yourself and your body, and let the rest go by the wayside. And please. . .
Find something about yourself that you like that’s better than your ankles–that’s just pathetic.