This morning, I was in the kitchen area of my office. As I was getting my food together, I overheard two women talking about how they are trying to lose weight. They did not sound satisfied with their bodies. We do not work closely together, so I don’t know them more than the friendly hello, but listening to their conversation was intriguing. These are two women I have always admired for looking slim and fit.
One woman recently had a baby and is on a shake/meal replacement diet. The other woman looks like she could be a model (very tall and thin). I have always thought they look really amazing and envied their figures. It was really disheartening to hear how hard they were being on their bodies, especially since I have quietly admired their figures from afar. It was like the curtain was pulled back and I saw we are all unnecessarily critical of ourselves. Will we ever be satisfied?
So, I had to say something about being satisfied.
“Excuse me; I cannot believe how hard you are being on your bodies. I have always thought you both look fabulous.”
They acknowledged my comment by looking at me, but did not respond and went back to talking about how the one woman is losing weight with her shake diet (which she described as disgusting and has to chug) and the other talked about how her butt is too flat. Really?!
Oddly, listening to how hard they are on their own bodies made me love and appreciate my figure even more. I am really pleased with what I see in the mirror when I wake up every morning. I love my curvy figure and hourglass proportions. I know if I was more narrow (think of the waif icon Kate Moss), I would covet a curvy figure. So I am good with what I have and I don’t want to beat myself up for it. I am feeling satisfied.