I don’t have skinny legs at all. I have plump, well-proportioned legs. But they are my legs, and I have to learn to love them, even if I don’t like the size of them. Or how they keep shimmying and shaking long after they should. Kind of like my belly – the whole bowl full of jelly thing is getting old.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of taking part in a Zumbathon to raise money for the CIBC Run for the Cure. We all dressed in pink and danced and giggled and screamed our way through an amazing day. I was on stage for 3 songs and had a wonderful time. Later on, at the end of this wonderful day, one of the ladies who had organized this event, complimented me on my outfit. Instead of saying thank you, which a normal more confident person would have said, I instead said that I didn’t like the shirt all that much because it wasn’t all that flattering in my opinion. She probably thought I was nuts!
I had a bit of a brain fart, I mean a-ha moment. My friends and loved ones see how far I have COME whereas I only see how far I have to GO.
So I made a mental note to myself that I need to learn to be kinder to myself. I may not have come as far as I want to, yet, but I need to give myself credit for how far I have come and how much I have grown. So what if I haven’t lost 65, 75, or 100 pounds yet like I had hoped to? I am well on my way, getting better and getting stronger every day.
I don’t know if anyone would want to see me dance like Salome, but in the meantime, I’m going to keep on doing my Zumba and working towards my goal. I don’t have to look amazing – I just have to FEEL amazing and the rest will follow.
Ps. If you haven’t read Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins – DO IT! Its hilarious!