HSMndLKfan92
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I thought that this coincides with the self-esteem and confidence threads that have recently been posted on here. I also think it's something good to think about, whether you respond to this or just write it down somewhere. I found this question in the Writer's Block archive on LiveJournal.
This is most of what I posted. (Some things have been edited out because I don't want to run into trouble.)
So. Why do I love my body?
That's a really tough question. I think everyone struggles with coming to terms with their body. And that journey of self-realization is a really, really rocky road to travel on. Mine's no different. I want to answer this so I'll have something to look back and smile on.
For the most part, my body is relatively healthy. Except for a few kinks here and there, I'm able to run in it, walk in it, use my limbs, smile, see, hear, and communicate with people.
My body is also fairly average. Except maybe for jeans shopping, I don't have a problem finding something to shop for. I consider it a blessing, especially for people who have difficulty finding shoes in their size!
Its my own. Not to sound conceited or something. But I mean it to the extent that it's my own special DNA, and there's no one exactly like me out there. So the statement "one in a million" can be stretched a little bit.
My body and my brain have had quite an experience, from vacations, late night telephone conversations, sleepovers, school, band, ballet, drum major academy, the never ending quest for knowledge. Both have brought me places that I never thought I'd go, and opened me up to new things that I couldn't dream up of on my own.
Physically, I like my eyes. They change color with my mood, and it's something I get complimented on a lot. It makes me happy about myself. I also get comments on my smile. I've learned to smile when I see myself in the mirror. It gives me something good to focus on so I don't start criticizing myself on my trouble spots.
This is most of what I posted. (Some things have been edited out because I don't want to run into trouble.)
So. Why do I love my body?
That's a really tough question. I think everyone struggles with coming to terms with their body. And that journey of self-realization is a really, really rocky road to travel on. Mine's no different. I want to answer this so I'll have something to look back and smile on.
For the most part, my body is relatively healthy. Except for a few kinks here and there, I'm able to run in it, walk in it, use my limbs, smile, see, hear, and communicate with people.
My body is also fairly average. Except maybe for jeans shopping, I don't have a problem finding something to shop for. I consider it a blessing, especially for people who have difficulty finding shoes in their size!
Its my own. Not to sound conceited or something. But I mean it to the extent that it's my own special DNA, and there's no one exactly like me out there. So the statement "one in a million" can be stretched a little bit.
My body and my brain have had quite an experience, from vacations, late night telephone conversations, sleepovers, school, band, ballet, drum major academy, the never ending quest for knowledge. Both have brought me places that I never thought I'd go, and opened me up to new things that I couldn't dream up of on my own.
Physically, I like my eyes. They change color with my mood, and it's something I get complimented on a lot. It makes me happy about myself. I also get comments on my smile. I've learned to smile when I see myself in the mirror. It gives me something good to focus on so I don't start criticizing myself on my trouble spots.