In This Skin
Growing up as a young lady is not easy, as it becomes apparent very early – maybe somewhere around the age of 6 or 7 – that nothing is ever quite right about who you are or what you’re doing. You’re too loud or don’t speak up for yourself, too tall and intimidating or too short for a world built to scale for men, too fat or too skinny, too muscular or spindly and weak. And the standards of beauty change from generation to generation: anyone who lived through the 80s and 90s remembers the drastic lengths women would go to look less like the famously voluptuous Instagram models of today and more like Ally McBeal or Cher, agonizing over their own beautiful, round, healthy hips and wasting away their days counting calories. Thankfully, this isn’t news to anyone reading this today. The conversation around how obnoxious it is for women to try to be “everything to everyone” has been a lively one for pretty much my whole adult life.
As we embrace ourselves for who we are, I still notice in myself and others a stubborn tendency to compare and measure ourselves against other women who are “beautiful.” Old habits die hard I suppose. But it is important to remember in those times of perceived inadequacy that the ability to see the full spectrum of beauty is only rare because we are taught that beauty is a rare quality. As we round the corner into beach season and come out of a year of stagnation and stress, honor the resilience and health of your body by not being harsh on yourself if your quarantine story wasn’t a heroic one of leg weights and Shakeology (if it was, that’s awesome and frankly unbelievable).
Practice seeing the design of your body as stunning, because it is.
– Colleen, Sacred Hour Massage Therapist + Head Staff Writer