As a girl, I know that girls can be mean. I mean, Mean. Boys might be rough and tough. But girls are sneaky and conniving. Until moving back to Texas this past summer, I would have to say that almost all my close friends have always been boys. Now, though, I have added some ladies into that. 🙂
My point? Well, I remember when I was first getting into ultras. I had lost quiet a bit of weight. For the first time in my life I felt attractive instead of fat..thrilling. But my girl “friends” would regularly make commits like, “You look sooo good in those shorts! Your legs have really turned amazing. But if I ran like you, my husband would be disappointed. He likes my boobs, and your boobs are so small….” And, “Man, it’s a good thing you like running and I don’t! My chest would sag, or shrink like yours (hahaha).” I must say. It hurt. It hurt a lot. And I’m sure these girls knew that. Funny part is, every guy I’ve ever tossed out the idea of implants to has a very strong response. NO. No. NOOOOO. Why, I ask. And it has been met with a lot of whys. Biggest is it looks insecure and insecure isn’t attractive. It seems that what most guys want is a confident women when it comes to her body. Not size, security. Still, my friends did a great job of helping me feel insecure with my 32 B boobs. Society helps too. As a top notch athlete, with a very low body fat percentage, I am shocked at how “fat” I am compared to some (um, most) pictures of busty chicks in magazines. I mean, really? I run a guzilion miles a year, cross-train and eat well. I’d have to either starve myself or follow a VERY strict diet to loose any more fat…and honestly, I am happy with my current weight. I feel strong. I run well. And I like my wine. 😉 I also have my own reasons for liking my natural body. I’m bothered by the “make yourself better with fake” whatever idea. Actually, I’m sick of it! I want to let it all go. I am me. I am happy to be me, with my small chest, little bit of plump in the middle and sexy athlete thighs. I am me and I am real. Not super curvy. Not fake. Not starved. ALL me.
So. A horatian style ode to being You. Seize the day because it’s yours!
It hurts when people don’t like you
when you feel less then enough
It’s easy to wish yourself more
More friends, more boobs or more buff
But that is not the wisest choice
Don’t sell who you are so fast
Being yourself is so much more
The fake thrill will never last
Enjoy being how you are now
Embrace that and you will grow
Own your flaws and be yourself
True beauty is You, do Know.
What really matters is never size
what matters comes from inside
for who you are is the true prize
those who tell you less have lied
Be yourself and don’t take to heart
what others may choose to do
Their life is theirs, live your life smart
Being true to who is you