The dreaded stomach pooch. I can say that I have it because I gave birth but that would be a lie. My stomach was flat as a board the moment I gave birth. And 3 weeks later from nursing it was sunken in.
We sit down and a pooch hangs over. My pooch has ranged from, I look like I looked when I was 5 months pregnant(even though I was not pregnant), to what it is now. I have always looked at it when sitting down and sighed. Deeply sighed at the pooch.
I took a mirror selfie. Heaven help us all!!!! I have never taken one of these in my life. Side note:yes my mirror is covered in pictures of my daughter/dog/and drawings my daughter did when she was 2/plus a pink sticky note I will never remove from my best friend who passed away of cancer.
I looked at my stomach and thought…hmm. It hasn’t looked like that in years. Proceeded to sit down, look at the roll, and sigh.
Really??? This is absurd. The pooch means NOTHING! Whether it is only there while sitting or whether it exists why standing, I cannot believe the amount of time I have obsessed over my lower stomach. I have done hundreds of crunches int he past, starved myself, run, cycled and beat my body up on the efforts to have abs. I did at one point have a great set of abs. What I did to get them there was dangerous and a disservice to my body. I know there are women who know how to healthily get abs. I was not one of those women.
Here I am at 45 years old with a muscle disease, a bone disease, lyme disease, and REALLY? I just groaned over the pooch.
So here are a few thoughts on the subject:
-when you bend over or slump over, if you are a woman, there will always be a pooch. We are women. Our bodies were made this way. Embrace it.
– when you are standing, there may or may not be a massive pooch or a flat lack of pooch, it truly does not matter. If you are overweight, obese, and have a large pooch, really, it does not define you. You are far more than what your stomach looks like! I promise you. I know I AM!
-what you see in magazines is a lie. They are airbrushed. Period. Don’t aspire to be airbrushed.
-if you, like me, run your hand over your pooch and grab it in anger, sigh, or groan in defeat, it is time to give your self a good serious talking to. We ALL have it. We are WOMEN. It is ok to love all of yourself, especially the parts that society has given false images that we can never attain.
-I recently lost over 20 lbs. I could VERY easily use these images to obsess over my weight, limit/control food, and slip back into old ways. I CANNOT FOCUS ON MY PHYSICAL SELF.
-our body has to carry us through life. Caring for it, feeding it healthy food, loving it, cherishing it, is imperative.
-I am far more concerned with my emotional, spiritual, and mental well being. My physical body is just an easy distraction that I choose not to engage in.
Body image has been a struggle throughout my life. Abuse planted that seed. Living in this society, having a career in waterskiing, having a family that focused on the external, all fed this unhealthy body image. It is not always easy to stay focused on matters of the heart when the heart is broken and the body is an easier thing to tear apart and control. I challenge you all to look away from the pooch. I promise you, it does not matter. It never has, and it never will.