I know what you're thinking. Oh my gosh, what on earth kind of title is that? It came to me as I was reading Fight Like a Girl, by Lisa Bevere. As I was reading her discussion on Websters definitions for woman and feminine, all the characteristics like delicate, sensitive, etc... it hit me, my shape is by-definition womanly and therefore perfect and perfectly normal. I know those adjectives might have had a different intention, but I believe this conclusion was a little God-inspired too.
God was revealing to me that he made woman to look different for a reason, because it compliments all of our non-visual characteristics. For example, the softness in our maternal instincts is reflected in the softness of our bodies. Bevere describes how much our culture has devalued being woman because we have attempted to become more manly or at least more androgynous in effort to put an end to the strife between man and woman. I'm convinced that we have devalued looking like a woman also. I am now happy to say that my curves are not only purposed to be visually appealing but are a self-reminder that I am internally complimentary to a man. A man who is not exactly opposite, but is in-fact in need of a counter part, both mentally and physically.
I think about all the different shapes I've seen on a woman, there are probably more variations than I could think of. Like the girl at the boxing gym who you wouldn't know was one until you look above her neck, or my dear friend Megan with her amazingly long legs, or the girl at the pool the other day who was a walking coke-bottle, and then there's me and my fat butt. I am embracing all of these shapes, so please don't get me wrong, but there is something special to embrace about the curves versus the sinew. There is something for me to embrace with confidence in my curves especially.
I am so blessed to be able to fit back into my pre-baby clothes but I'm constantly struggling to fit more comfortably still. So why am I doing this? I may not be a size zero, but I don't think most men want one anyways. According to every guy I've known anywhere from friend to husband, (and had this type of conversation with), my butt is my best feature. They actually like the one part I work so hard to get rid of. Maybe that's because they've been given a natural desire for the curves regardless of what society thinks is "in-shape." I wonder if their nature is to look for someone who is physically different because subconsciously they also want someone mentally and emotionally different and complimentary to themselves. So why are we women so down on ourselves if we're the only ones coming down? Good question, let's stop. If men appreciate the way I look, what a tremendous waste of time for me to do anything but appreciate it also. Thank you, my fat butt, for reminding me of the beauty inside of me.
