I talk a lot about knowing your worth and all that jazz but let's be honest we care about what others think of us. We are vain creatures and women especially base how we feel about ourselves more on how others feel about us. Sounds really stupid when typed out but I know firsthand about the cravings for validation and acceptance.
Now it’s no secret that I am a black woman. And stereotypically most black women are supposed to be built like brick houses right? Well I'm not! While growing up in the 80's everyone wanted to be skinny so having a fatty was not popular therfore my lack of bubble buttness wasn't a big deal. Then somewhere along the way with the emergence of the video vixen, reality television, and social media the masses began to celebrate the one thing that was once a "black girl" thing. We became a big booty obsessed culture where people are going to extreme measures for the perfect booty. Overnight you see woman of all races who had a bad case of Noassatall (no ass at all) suddenly emerge from "vacation" with perky boobs, abnormally tiny waists, and a big round thang in your face. Well dag nabbit I must have been absent on the day the Creator handed out all this because I have pretty much the opposite. I instead was blessed with big saggy tits, semi flabby belly with stretch marks, and a more squarish butt with hips. Can we say sexy?! No? It almost seemed unfair in a way and my imperfect body was yet another source of my feelings of unworthiness. Plus it does not help that family and friends are usually the first to point out that your body/booty does not live up to their standards.
It amazes me all the negative things I could/can see about myself compared to all the awesomeness there is. And we all know that if you want to stay miserable just keep comparing yourself to others. As I age and continue to build a body designed by my boo Gym, I recognize just how amazing my body is. These saggy breasts nursed my two beautiful children. This flabby stretch marked stomach housed them same kids for dang near a year each (sidenote: A full term human pregnancy is 40 weeks. A year has 52 weeks. You do the math), and this butt of mine well I ain't all the way there in accepting it's shall we say uniqueness but hell it's mine. But don't get me started on how I love my shoulders or the way my waist curves in. And my thick thighs look pretty hot in a pair of jeans.
Personally I think it's something about a curvy woman that looks well more womanly. Sadly, we live in a world that does not really cater to the beauty of the average everyday woman like myself. That's okay with me for now. I'm hopeful that we will evolve into including all into what is considered beautiful. Be it fat, skinny, curvy, and everything in between. Until then I will continue to carve my own path and define for myself what's beautiful. Starting with celebrating my #fitthick body and all its greatness.
Be Blessed and Encouraged💜
WoW MUA
Now it’s no secret that I am a black woman. And stereotypically most black women are supposed to be built like brick houses right? Well I'm not! While growing up in the 80's everyone wanted to be skinny so having a fatty was not popular therfore my lack of bubble buttness wasn't a big deal. Then somewhere along the way with the emergence of the video vixen, reality television, and social media the masses began to celebrate the one thing that was once a "black girl" thing. We became a big booty obsessed culture where people are going to extreme measures for the perfect booty. Overnight you see woman of all races who had a bad case of Noassatall (no ass at all) suddenly emerge from "vacation" with perky boobs, abnormally tiny waists, and a big round thang in your face. Well dag nabbit I must have been absent on the day the Creator handed out all this because I have pretty much the opposite. I instead was blessed with big saggy tits, semi flabby belly with stretch marks, and a more squarish butt with hips. Can we say sexy?! No? It almost seemed unfair in a way and my imperfect body was yet another source of my feelings of unworthiness. Plus it does not help that family and friends are usually the first to point out that your body/booty does not live up to their standards.
It amazes me all the negative things I could/can see about myself compared to all the awesomeness there is. And we all know that if you want to stay miserable just keep comparing yourself to others. As I age and continue to build a body designed by my boo Gym, I recognize just how amazing my body is. These saggy breasts nursed my two beautiful children. This flabby stretch marked stomach housed them same kids for dang near a year each (sidenote: A full term human pregnancy is 40 weeks. A year has 52 weeks. You do the math), and this butt of mine well I ain't all the way there in accepting it's shall we say uniqueness but hell it's mine. But don't get me started on how I love my shoulders or the way my waist curves in. And my thick thighs look pretty hot in a pair of jeans.
Personally I think it's something about a curvy woman that looks well more womanly. Sadly, we live in a world that does not really cater to the beauty of the average everyday woman like myself. That's okay with me for now. I'm hopeful that we will evolve into including all into what is considered beautiful. Be it fat, skinny, curvy, and everything in between. Until then I will continue to carve my own path and define for myself what's beautiful. Starting with celebrating my #fitthick body and all its greatness.
Be Blessed and Encouraged💜
WoW MUA