Where’s the Love?

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Dude, my son and his hair.  I just can’t anymore.  This whole new do with all the hair towards the front of your head and it’s just long and crazy, it’s something. Every morning is just…….it’s just.  I don’t even have words.  I almost always hear, “My hair isn’t working!” Yes well if you’d cut it and get it out of your eyeballs maybe it will then work and look, I don’t know, good?!?! Instead though, being the cool mom I am, I just sit in his frustration trying to give a few pointers but even that gets my head ripped off.  Teenage boy life is just something else. 

Boy do we feel his pain though right?  I was looking in the mirror the other day and was like, man, this getting older thing is rough.  I mean you are always warned but it’s not until you see it with your own eyes that you want to just get everything lifted.  I, of course, started ripping on myself for what my stomach looked like, or my saggy arms, or whatever I thought was proportioned not right. Now after this whole moment, I then proceed to tell myself I will only be eating vegetables for the next week.  You so know what I’m talking about.  It’s like a constant circle.  Total crazy train.  Now I’m not saying that I totally got off the train but I did take a pit stop for a moment.  What would happen if I or we decided to accept the body that we live in right now?  Like what if we decided to LOVE the body we are in right now instead of bashing it every moment we can?  I’m thinking there may be some healing that takes place.  We might be a little more confident and more loving to ourselves.  I used to struggle with the scale big time.  Like was on it 7 to 10 times a day.  If it moved up, I wouldn’t eat and I would have the worst day ever but if it stayed or went down, I had the best day ever.  It controlled me.  It’s the same thing when we constantly bring ourselves down.  Our whole day is shot.  If instead we choose to find good things about ourselves and our bodies, maybe our attitude would change for the better when it comes to us. 

It’s difficult for me some days to grasp the love of Christ.  Just being real. It’s difficult to see myself the way He sees me.  It kind of doesn’t make sense in my brain yet I know it’s truth.  I think we allow the lies to over take the good.  We allow the comparison game to become larger than love.  You don’t have to wear a certain size, have a buff body, a tight butt or non saggy you know what in order to be accepted.  I’ve touched on this subject in the past but it needs to be brought to the surface again. Truly loving yourself and your body means not following other people’s rules.  Truly loving yourself means your happiness comes from within, your happiness comes from above, your happiness is transformed into freedom. 

“Be your own reason to smile.”

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