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When does it end? Will it ever really end? The truth is, I am afraid it will last forever, I’m afraid that someday I will be the mom who cooks a full meal for my family and then dishes up a small bowl of cottage cheese for myself. The fear is that someday I would have a grandchild who looked at me like I was the most beautiful human in the world and I would shy away as they held up a camera to capture that essence, as if I could shy away from the wrinkles and the loose skin, all signs of a life well lived, happily lived. The amount of times I have heard women cut themselves down, the amount of times I have heard “I’ll schedule photos as soon as I lose those last ten pounds,” the amount of stress the simple act of not loving ourselves adds to our lives. As I continue to photograph women, I am reminded deeply how we can be our own worst enemies. Why aren’t we our number one fans? Why do we not prove that we are just as beautiful on the inside as we are on the outside? The more faces I stare at through the viewfinder, the more insecurities I see brewing at the surface of nervous smiles. Oh, how I want to reach through my lens and scream, “you are beautiful, you are worthy, those things that make you different are the things I absolutely love about you.” How boring would it be if we were all photo shopped to perfection, waltzing through life blemish free, wrinkle free, free of true emotion.
The whole body image thing? It’s something I face everyday. There is something both relieving and terrifying to know that I am not alone in the feelings I feel when I look at myself in the mirror. While I wish that we could all march triumphantly and in unison towards a positive view of our bodies that are so capable, so beautiful, so wonderful, something inside of me is crippled by that paralyzed feeling of hating those quirks that God decided I needed when he made me. My message for your today? You aren’t alone, darling, you are beautiful, when I look at you I see the light in your eyes, the gleam in your smile, I am not looking at the pimple on your cheek or the extra inches on your arms. If you clicked on this link because you want to lose those last ten pounds, here’s what I want to tell you: whether you lose them or not, it’s time to stop waiting to live until they are gone. Those ten pounds? They might always be there. Are you going to waste your life wishing them away or are you going to fill your mind with thoughts on how you can make your one life count? My invitation is for you to look in the mirror and tell yourself five things that make you different and begin the act of remembering that those are yours and yours alone to love or hate. My prayer is that you choose love, today and everyday, and on those days where hate overcomes you, know that I am by your side admiring each and every beautiful inch of the woman you are. You are beautiful, exceptionally stunning.
I’m an expert at online marketing, a nerd when it comes to the numbers, and my obsession is teaching others how to make a living doing what they love (without it taking over their life).
Gorgeous. Your words and message both. We, as women in Western society, need to hear this, loudly and affirmatively, every freakin’ day. Like many, I have grown up struggling with the cultural ideology that beauty/thinness/youth=value and feeling as though I will never measure up. I suffer from depression, occasional anxiety, and disordered eating. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t conscious of my body’s appearance. I decided I was fat at age three (I wasn’t). Now, thirty-six years later, after having two babies, my body image is both better and worse. Age and pregnancy and birth certainly change one’s body but I wouldn’t trade my experiences for increased beauty, fewer fat cells, or a more appealing birth date. My two young children are more than worth it all.
I have two boys. There will be no more children. Part of me mourns the fact that I’ll never have a daughter, but part of me also thinks, “thank the Lord. I’d screw a girl up so badly.” Sometimes things really do happen for a reason.
Anyway, thank you for pouring this out of your heart. It is heard and held with reverence.
Before you get any further... Hi! I'm Jenna Kutcher!
A small town Minnesota photographer, podcaster, educator and puppy rescuer, my happiest days are spent behind my computer screen sharing my secrets with the world. I'm glad you're here.
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Your words are so unbelievably truthful. Tears run down my face as I post a great big Thank you for making me realize I so need to love me as me..
Gorgeous. Your words and message both. We, as women in Western society, need to hear this, loudly and affirmatively, every freakin’ day. Like many, I have grown up struggling with the cultural ideology that beauty/thinness/youth=value and feeling as though I will never measure up. I suffer from depression, occasional anxiety, and disordered eating. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t conscious of my body’s appearance. I decided I was fat at age three (I wasn’t). Now, thirty-six years later, after having two babies, my body image is both better and worse. Age and pregnancy and birth certainly change one’s body but I wouldn’t trade my experiences for increased beauty, fewer fat cells, or a more appealing birth date. My two young children are more than worth it all.
I have two boys. There will be no more children. Part of me mourns the fact that I’ll never have a daughter, but part of me also thinks, “thank the Lord. I’d screw a girl up so badly.” Sometimes things really do happen for a reason.
Anyway, thank you for pouring this out of your heart. It is heard and held with reverence.
Exactly what I needed to hear today. Thank you.