That time I got over my saggy baby belly

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That time I got over my saggy baby belly
It was no big deal.

At some stage, you begin to value yourself for more than your appearance,
And the fixation on image becomes decentralized, kind of weakened.

Last year at this time I complained to my man:
My belly… so puffy and saggy. The pouch that hangs over the c-section site… *grumble*
I know it’s no big deal, it’s not that bad, but… *grumble*

Him: Well it doesn’t bother me. And the thing is, with core exercises over time, those stretched muscles will regain their tone anyway.

Me: *Sigh* I know. But that’s not the point… I want to accept it exactly as it is, even if it never changes.

Well, Ta-DAH! That day came sooner than I thought.

At some stage, you begin to value yourself for more than your appearance,
And the fixation on image becomes decentralized, kind of weakened.

A psychotherapist friend explained once,
That at the centre of all eating disorders is an issue of worth.
“Am I worthy? Am I enough? If I show people the real me will they reject me?”
It seems obvious (at least intellectually) that we are inherently worthy.
But what is uttered in public and what is practised in private are often contradictory.

You don’t have to have an eating disorder to know,
The pain of feeling not good enough
The hiding of yourself, the careful way you present your body to the world.
I bet at some time in your life you’ve also bewailed over,
How your body appeared inadequate.

But…

At some stage, you begin to value yourself for more than your appearance,
And the fixation on image becomes decentralized, kind of weakened.

The hang-ups I had every time I saw stretch marks covered skin,
Loose and wrinkly flab.
Thoughts arising like a dense jungle.
It was like tripping over a snag, face-planting,
And staying on the ground to wallow in self-pity.

I look now at the same stretch marks covered skin,
Loose and wrinkly.
And I think… (almost) nothing.
When I see a snag, I step over it.
Who would’ve thought of that?

At some stage, you begin to value yourself for more than your appearance,
And the fixation on image becomes decentralized, kind of weakened.

At some stage, you begin to value yourself for more than your appearance,
And you begin to see how much value you have to add to the world.
Saggy, flabby, wobbly, pouchy, or over-stretched,
That’s not going to stop you.

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