A Healthy Point of View

It's funny how simply making a decision can sometimes lead to a change of mindset.

I spent most of the summer in graduate work, looking at myself as an artist and a linguist, and in deconstructing messaging in popular culture. I had promised myself that when my coursework had finished for the term, that I would spend at least a few days of my short vacation pushing my exercise book for postpartum mothers towards publication. I didn't realise, however, that my perception of normative standards of weight would so drastically have been altered.
Sure, I was always aware of media messages objectifying and distorting the female body. But it wasn't until I really took a look at my own insecurities that I discovered how greatly I too, had been indoctrinated. Not only did I rework a section in my manuscript on weight loss, but I made a rather huge decision.

If, as a junior high teacher, I hope to model healthy behaviour through my active participation in physical fitness pursuits and through my clean diet, then I must relinquish my own body image insecurities. Self-acceptance seems so obvious--how could I have missed it? Yet until I made the momentous vow to bare my legs (despite varicose veins) and to wear shorts when running (instead of roasting alive in track pants), I myself was somehow inauthentic.

I ran today, in the local park. Cellulite was visible for all who cared to see. But either no one saw or no one cared. I was comfortable. When I looked in the mirror later, the lumps and bumps that have always taunted me despite my slender frame seemed somehow less visible. How is that possible? By the fact that I simply no longer care. I actually feel good: strong, healthy, vibrant, beautiful, intelligent, successful...

It's taken me forty years to get this. I hope I can persuade some of my teenagers that body confidence really does come from within--perhaps through leading by example.