Question?

So Lori posted a thought “What is your favorite physical characteristic (face or body)? Describe a time you felt proud of that” and talked about how it was hard to feel proud of a body part you got though the genetic lottery and all the implicit problems of been a woman and been proud of a body part that is sexualised and we as women are made to feel is for men. I thought about this and then realised I can be proud of a sexualised aspect of my body for me, because I like it.

And so I like my breasts. I really do, they are not too big, they don’t sag, and they are soft. I rarely wear a bra and I am happy about that. Now even writing that sentence out I had to correct myself several times as I kept giving excuses for why I liked my body. Which is bullshit, I should be able to just like it, without having to excuse myself.

When was I proud of my breasts? “When they marched into congress and told them ‘Fuck You!’?” No I am proud of my breasts because they are mine, because I can buy clothes that fit and not worry about showing off too much cleavage, because I don’t feel I need a breast lift or augmentation. Because they are mine.

Mostly though I am proud of my body’s strength to keep going no matter what, to take the junk I feed it and turn it into fuel. I am proud of my body’s warning system, that makes me throw up food that is bad for it, or at least make me regret eating it.

There is no reason in the world I should be ashamed of my body, I find beauty in it.

Question? was originally published on Dreaming and Doing

Question?

So Lori posted a thought “What is your favorite physical characteristic (face or body)? Describe a time you felt proud of that” and talked about how it was hard to feel proud of a body part you got though the genetic lottery and all the implicit problems of been a woman and been proud of a body part that is sexualised and we as women are made to feel is for men. I thought about this and then realised I can be proud of a sexualised aspect of my body for me, because I like it.

And so I like my breasts. I really do, they are not too big, they don’t sag, and they are soft. I rarely wear a bra and I am happy about that. Now even writing that sentence out I had to correct myself several times as I kept giving excuses for why I liked my body. Which is bullshit, I should be able to just like it, without having to excuse myself.

When was I proud of my breasts? “When they marched into congress and told them ‘Fuck You!’?” No I am proud of my breasts because they are mine, because I can buy clothes that fit and not worry about showing off too much cleavage, because I don’t feel I need a breast lift or augmentation. Because they are mine.

Mostly though I am proud of my body’s strength to keep going no matter what, to take the junk I feed it and turn it into fuel. I am proud of my body’s warning system, that makes me throw up food that is bad for it, or at least make me regret eating it.

There is no reason in the world I should be ashamed of my body, I find beauty in it.