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I wanna be a free radical

Yesterday I was looking in the mirror, and it suddenly occurred to me how radical it would be to honestly love my body.

I know this sounds a bit evangelical -- and I loathe evangelists, even when I agree with their ideas -- but it just really struck me. I found myself staring in shock.

I found myself imagining what it would be like if I completely loved and accepted my body, no matter what its size or shape. No matter if I gained weight or lost it. No matter whether some bits had wrinkles or sagged, as time goes on. No matter how thoroughly my hair becomes streaked with grey.

I found myself imagining what it would be liked if I loved and accepted my body no matter what. And I realized that it would mean rejecting a huge amount of our culture.

It would mean rejecting most advertising, most mainstream clothing designs, most popular definitions of what it means to be "attractive". It would mean rejecting my family's expectations of me, my neighbors' expectations, my friends' expectations, potential employers' expectations, and many doctor's expectations.

It would be socially, politically, and economically radical.

It would take an extraordinary amount of courage.

I hope to find that courage inside myself.

Because ... wow ... it would be like living in a different world.


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Feb. 18th, 2003 10:11 am (UTC)
OK, maybe it's just because I've spent the day hunting for wedding invitations, but your post made me think of how naturally we take making that kind of promise of unconditional love for others, but how rarely we extend the same love for ourselves.

I mean, "For richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part" rolls right off the tongue in the connotation of a marriage - this we can promise our future husband/wife, because we know how much that person means to us. And we acknowledge and accept that this person won't look the same at 80 as he/she does on the wedding day. I mean, we appreciate it when they try to improve their appearance, dress up now and then, don't just sit on the couch and eat chips all day, but will we love them less when they become a little pot-bellied, a little bald, a little droopy? Probably not.

How powerful it would be if we applied this same thinking to ourselves! Say, ok, my body might fail me sometimes. It might put on weight, it might get sick, it might require care that I would rather not have to give it, but no matter what, it means a lot to me, and I will love it till death do us part.

How beautiful.
Feb. 18th, 2003 10:36 am (UTC)
beautifully expressed. i really wish i didn't automatically see eyebrows & a furry upper lip whenever i looked at myself. :/
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