Just a short rant today.
I have been watching the Paralympics recently and have marvelled at the physical feats achieved by people who have had to overcome incredible adversity.
I have also been watching a show about bizaare bodies featuring some of the most cruelly disabled people on the planet - disfiguring facial tumours, deformed limbs and life threatening conditions.
Very humbled, I reassessed my recent preoccupation with my aged skin, prematurely thin and sagging because of many years of skin abuse. I felt so embarrassed that I could be so vain and so distracted by the hype of the 21st century that has us all looking at skin care, cosmetics and fb filters that seek to improve on the real thing.
I have never cared about how I look and at this time of my life should probably be thinking more about the goodness within and how that glow can shine through any exterior imperfections.
Already embarrassed by by own insecurities in the face of so many confronting REAL physical roadblocks I was further moved by an horrendous show on reality tv where bedraggled housewives, disatisfied with their failing looks, stretch marks, sagging boobs and fat stomachs are encouraged to look at themselves in a more positive way by shedding their clothes and facing their nudity.
OMG - really - people are struggling to live with limited limbs and massive cancerous deformities but our first world love of glamour has us seeking perfection in an already adequately functioning body that allows us family , work, life and a future.
I will only have to watch a cyclist striving for gold on the world stage with no hands or feet realising that I can't even ride a bike to assess my priorities and be grateful.
I think we get caught up with body image to the point where we don't really realise the only image that matters is the image we project through our thoughts, actions and attitudes.
#bodydysmorphia
Love it Chris xxx
Posted by: Odette | 09/16/2016 at 08:33 AM