Something I have really come to realise lately is that we as women are super hard on ourselves.
If you are anything like me, you can easily see the beauty in other women but struggle to sometimes see it in yourself.
I read some blog posts the other week that were follow ups from the hashtag trend on Twitter #MySwimsuitStyle. For those who haven’t heard of it, the gist of it was encouraging women to post photos of themselves wearing swimsuits showing off their own personal style. And honestly? They’re beautiful. Women of all shapes and sizes. I am envious of their confidence – confidence evokes beauty and they obviously feel it. Or they are brave enough to fake it. Either way, I’m envious and willing to bet that there are many women out there in the very same boat as me.
Isn’t it funny how we can admire it and envy it but we still wouldn’t be caught dead doing it because while we believe in everyone else, we are so critical of ourselves?
I’ve always been pretty self conscious of my body and if I could go back in time to my teenage years and early twenties I would slap myself around the head and give myself a stern talking to.
How many of you echoed that thought looking back? I am sure some of you are nodding along with me.
This was me in Greece 10 years ago and I still wouldn’t wear a bikini. I was totally a cover up with boardies and singlet kinda gal. Slap me. Such a waste.
Motherhood and age have changed my figure and I have a few body hang ups and confidence issues and yet my husband still says I am beautiful. My friends and family tend to agree with him. They don’t see myself the way I see myself when I look in the mirror and isn’t that sad that we can spend our lives with such hang ups? I wish I could see myself the way my husband sees me.
How much longer will I waste being critical of myself and praising the confidence and beauty of others?
It’s time to take action and not just sit here being envious of other women but doing something about gaining the confidence to do it myself.
I have decided I will wear a swimsuit this summer. I will change what I think I hate and I will try and salvage some body confidence.
I want to be able to jump through the waves with my little boys and enjoy myself, not worry about what people think of me (and honestly, no one is looking at me, it’s probably all in my head!). I want to go to the pools and swim and not have this hanging over my head.
I wrote a post about Why The Boys Starting Swimming Lessons has me Breaking Out in a Cold Sweat and I did go in with him once (he HATED every minute of it, my youngest son that is). He clawed and screamed and perhaps exposed a boob to the dads on the sidelines (apologies!) so I didn’t have to endure that again as he wasn’t having a bar of it and we stuck to the paddling pool for the rest of the term which doesn’t require a swimsuit (much to my relief!). But I really want to just get in and enjoy myself and go down the hydroslide (hopefully my boobs stay where they should be by the time I get to the bottom as that was just a tad mortifying!).
I don’t want to waste my thirties repeating the same mistake I did in my twenties.
Will you? Do you have body hang ups as you get older?