I shudder and cringe, eyes mostly covered by my hands in shame, as I relate these embarrassing facts.
I am not physically "perfect." It's true!
In fact, nobody I know is perfect.
Some are too tall, some too short. Some bony, some fleshy. Some shaped like an apple, some a pear, some a bean pole, some a jelly fish, some like a summer squash.
I have seen cellulite.
Double chins. No chins.
Goofy noses, squinty eyes, wrinkles, gray hairs.
Mis-matched breasts. Breasts that are too small, too big, too sagging, nipples not quite right in size or color (all according to their hosts, that is).
Small penises, hairy ones, mis-matched balls.
Chicken legs. Tree-trunk legs. Flat asses, huge asses.
Hair where there shouldn't be hair. No hair where hair ought to be. Stubble.
Spots, blemishes, bruises and freckles.
Pasty skin, burned skin, funny tan lines.
When you are smiling, when your smile lights up your eyes, my GOD do you know how GORGEOUS you are?
Do you know how many BILLIONS of dollars advertising corporations spend to manipulate you into thinking and feeling and experiencing yourself as not gorgeous?
Fuck them all, I say. You wouldn't let someone come into your living room and dump a garbage can onto your floor; why let them do that to your mind?
Seriously. Please give yourself - your fat/thin/short/tall/spotty/imperfectly perfect self - a break and feel yourself as free, as beautiful. Strip on down and love yourself. Um, you know what I mean.
(This is a follow up to my recent post about nudity and some of the comments.)
(EDIT: Even most of the so called "beautiful" people have serious body issues, perhaps more so given the constant scrutiny their bodies are given. I have read so many interviews with people like Gweneth Paltrow or Angelina Jolie and they hate their asses, Michelle Pfieffer thinks her mouth looks like a duck beak, etc. So before anyone tells me, "easy for you to say, Jayne, you are thin and attractive," I will state I have HATED my body in the past. My weight, my height (5'9"), my frame (large), my small mouth, my sensitive skin, the dent on the end of my nose where I had a smallpox blister, my cellulite, my hairline, the color of my hair, the length of it, my stubby toes, my big calves, all of my freckles, my fingernails, the lines I am getting on my face, my small chin, etc. etc. BUT I no longer hate any part of myself. I no longer compare myself to others (and I generally avoid TV and fashion magazines) I know I am not "perfect" but really, really, beauty does come from within, from the spirit, and we are all so much more than the sum of our parts.)