I was reading a magazine article the other day about a woman who had tried every diet and exercise to lose weight but had accepted she would always be a size 12! …  Size 12?  Excuse me but in my dreams, the really nice ones, where I’m hot and sexy, I’m a size 12!

I mean what’s that all about?! Is there like a written rule somewhere that women should be dissatisfied with their bodies regardless of their size?  I have never met a woman who can look into the mirror and say she loves her body unconditionally, love handles, cellulite, stretch marks the works.  There is always an “if” “if my stomach was a bit flatter I’d be so happy”, “if my butt wasn’t so big, I’d be so happy”  “If I wasn’t so short”…  I can bet you Naomi Campbell looks at herself in the mirror and says “Ewww fat rolls, I’m gonna throw my blackberry at that trainer today for letting me get so fat Arrrghhh”!

Now I’m not saying if your weight concerns you, you shouldn’t do anything about it.  Im saying we need to stop being so hard on ourselves.  We are not in the middle of a battle with our own bodies, this is supposed to be a mutually loving and supportive relationship.  If you take good care and appreciate your body, it will love you back and carry you through a very long life.

The other day I wondered, if it was possible to have reverse Body Dysmorphic Syndrome?  The regular syndrome means you have a preoccupation with an imagined defect in appearance that causes clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning. Now the reverse of this syndrome would mean the defect is actually there but you imagine it doesn’t exist!  Can you imagine a gorgeous size 22+ woman a la Gabourey Sidibe strutting her stuff in a tight skirt and some high heels looking sexy, fine and feeling confident, with no concern for the tractor size spare tyre around her waist or the Cellulite on her butt!  How wonderful it would be to truly believe we are sexy regardless of size, to not be judged or ridiculed because we aren’t perfect.

(Bubble bursts) Unfortunately that’s not the case and I doubt it ever will be!  With our minds filled with images of gorgeous models and celebrities, we set ourselves that unattainable standard, regardless of the fact that these people make up like 0.000005% of the world’s population and are therefore an anomaly!

In the words of Maya Angelou –

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies,

I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size

But when I start to tell them

They think I’m telling lies.

I say

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips

The stride of my steps

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman                                                                                                                                Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That’s me.

I therefore have made the decision to be my own body role model, and I suggest all y’all do the same.  Nobody does your body like your body! So why copy somebody else’s body!

That’s according to me anyway.