Let’s talk about our best physical features.
Here’s my thinking: we’re so often told to embrace our inner beauty, but shouldn’t we find a part of our physical selves to love too?
We all kind of know that beauty is perception (eye of the beholder, etc), but it’s easy to lose sight of that when it feels like everything is falling apart.
My favorites are weird (no judgment, please): my ears and eyelashes. It’s probably because they won’t gain 2 lbs overnight, ha.
I have a friend who loves her tiny ankles (what is it, the year 1772?). When I looked it up online (once I had filtered out all of the “weirdest fetishes” articles), things got even more obscure. It’s all subjective, but it’s cool to have your thing – to love your third nipple or the back of your knees, or… whatever it is, own it!
But sometimes it takes someone else to point out that feature before you see its worth.
During a meeting the other day G turned to me and said, super excited, “Your arms!”
I have never ever thought about my arms. I’m too preoccupied worrying about my butt and abs. Then I asked my boyfriend what he thought about my arms and he was like, “Oh, yeah! Your yoga arms.”
So now have a new thing. The other day when I was at yoga about to fall flat on my face into a pool of my own sweat, instead of worrying about my non-washboard stomach, I focused on my arms. Acknowledging that they’re not so bad was empowering.
In the studio, Brie has the abs. Yes, the abs. Emily’s got the eyes. And G? Well, we decided for her – boobs! ;) These are the parts of ourselves that, come mile 25 of a marathon, we can hold onto and feel good about (plus what’s on the inside).
I suppose physical beauty, like all things is about a glass half full: choose to see the good, and you eliminate the bad.
p.s. if you want to know, I go to yoga at Modo – Lawrence and Randy are my arm gurus.