Women are their own worst critics.
My moms is 82 years old and the lil’ tiny, classic old lady. That church mother, in everybody’s business kinda old lady. We were talking the other day and she’s like.. “I’m trying to lose these 10 pounds”. Really? At 82? Then what?
I told her I thought by her age she’d be content with herself or at least accept how you are and focus on other things in life, like..grand kids, bingo or comfortable shoes. I know that society and the media set women up psychologically to measure themselves by every video vixen, granola bar commercial or swimsuit model out there but do you ever see yourself turning the corner and just saying ‘F’ it, this is me. This is how God made me. I love me.
I’m not advocating an unhealthy lifestyle and I’m definitely one for refining yourself and improving (via college, home ownership, etc.) but can’t women love themselves for who they are? How do you expect a man to accept you for who/what you are if you don’t? How can you truly bond with other women and have a true sisterhood when women hate on each other so much? Partly because of self-loathing would you not want to see someone else enjoying being themselves.
Hell, I say if you’re a big girl, get u some big clothes and a comfy car and go on to the spa and pamper yourself!! If you’re skinny with a high booty, get you some long shirts and some flats and get on out to the Anthony Hamilton concert and enjoy yourself!! All I’m saying is don’t focus on the world and trying to find your place in it. Focus on you and let the world catch up. And if they don’t, it’s their loss..