I laughed out loud when I read the title of a friend's blog.
Fat Ankles.
You see that is the title to one of my biggest life lessons.
I, too, have big ankles. Not kidding. Ry and I like to call them cankles, cause the calf becomes the ankle without thinning out. I can't be offended either, because it's true.
I always wanted shapely legs and calves. I thought thin ankles would be prettier, especially because it's been hell to find even one single ankle bracelet to fit my oversized stumps. It's been one of those things that's always bothered me.
So one day I was at a friends house, and she was wearing capris. She was (and still is) tall and beautiful, and I mentioned with great admiration how thin her ankles were. She laughed and said
"Oh- I hate my ankles!"
"What?" I was shocked. "Why? They're so small and pretty!"
She shook her head. "No! My ankles are so small that they make my calves look huge!! I hate it, it's been something that has always bothered me."
In that moment, I knew.
Women are stupid.
It really doesn't matter what is good about our physical bodies, we are immediately going to skip it and see what we hate.
That day changed my perspective a little, but it's a battle for sure. To see myself through accepting eyes- even admiring eyes is a challenge, but it's an important one.
In this world, I am one of two things. I am fat, (literally plus size model size), cellulitey, hairy, untoned (is that flabby?), pastey, unsymmetrical, I could go on.
OR
I'm healthy, strong, everything is working, nothing is broken, blessed, able and perfect.
I like the second choice. :) How about you?
P.S. The ankle above is NOT mine. I found it searching 'anklet' on Google.
P.P.S. I highly advise NEVER Googling the words 'fat ankle'.
And lastly, I understand that this post is vain and pointless. The real importance is what's inside, and most of us spend more time polishing and worrying about the outer shell. We forget that the shell is going to wither, and eventually die. Let's work on the insides, and make a change.
And lastly, I understand that this post is vain and pointless. The real importance is what's inside, and most of us spend more time polishing and worrying about the outer shell. We forget that the shell is going to wither, and eventually die. Let's work on the insides, and make a change.
4 comments:
so true Char! for the longest time i stressed and beat myself up about not being the perfect size...it look a huge eyeopener to realize there are WAY more important things in life than what our body size it! embrace it! love it! and to heck with those who judge!
Oh Char! That was a great post. We should really meet someday and NOT compare ankles. LOL! You said what my post forgot to say. I am going to link it up as a follow up to my post, if that is ok. We all have things we don't like about ourselves. I have come to the conclusion that being "normal" is a blessing as beauty can come with a curse of it's own. I have come to like my "little" ankles and realized by looking at many old people, that my ankles will be just like everyone elses someday. In fact, maybe their edema will make my ankles look lovely. LOL!!
I'm so bitter about my 60lb weight gain since I got sick. It really isn't a testament to your "plus" size to say that you're the size of a plus sized model. They aren't an actual representative of fat people anyway. They're just the not size 2, not 6 feet tall beautiful people who they choose to show their fat people clothing on because some one who was actually fat would disgust everyone and sell nothing.
so pleh.
Oh, and I couldn't resist Googling it. I had no idea there was so much HELP on the subject. ha!
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