Recently I read the story of Robin Korth – called “My ‘Naked’ Truth.”
Truth be told, I’m not exactly sure how I came across it.
But once I started reading, I couldn’t stop.
Here is a beautiful woman, vibrant and alive in the decade just one ahead of mine (Robin is 59, I am 44) being told by her 55-year-old boyfriend that she is “too wrinkly” to be desirable in the bedroom.
Lately it feels like everywhere I turn, I am confronted with another story like Robin’s.
And lately, each time I read another one of these stories, I discover another courageous mentor – someone I desire to emulate, to embrace, to thank, to join.
Here I have to share that, in the two decades since my eating disorder battle subsided, I have maintained an uneasy truce with my ever-changing body.
I have agreed not to mention the parts I don’t like, and it has agreed not to flaunt them in my face when I look in the mirror.
But I know they are there. And it knows I don’t like those parts.
After reading Robin’s story in particular – and even though her tale is not unlike many others I have heard in the last several months (years, decades) – something inside me just put her foot down.
It said, “Enough.”
Enough of this.
Enough waffling over whether or not to really “go for it” – for the full experience of genuine body love.
Enough already with the indecision about whether “body acceptance” really means accepting my body “as is.”
The voice continued on….and it was very firm.
It told me, “It’s time to step over the line – in one direction or the other.”
Either you love your body, or you don’t.
Either you accept your body – just the way it is – or you don’t.
There is no standing room left on the line itself. You must choose your side.
So – with barely any hesitation at all – I chose my side.
I chose body love.
I chose body acceptance.
I CHOOSE body love.
I CHOOSE body acceptance.
Recently my boyfriend looked at me (as I am three days into a particularly virulent stomach bug). He looked me up and down, as I’m standing there “letting it all hang out” in my night shorts and wrinkly t-shirt.
He said, “Eat more. You need to eat more so you get your strength back.”
While I was busy battling back thoughts about my unkempt appearance and bloated tummy, he was worrying about my health.
In that moment, he displayed more love and more acceptance towards my own body than I did!
I am joining him there – and Robin Korth, and all the other women (and MEN) who are choosing to honor the human body as the tireless, selfless, true miracle that it is – and I am not going to step back over that line.
Today’s Takeaway: Who inspires you to love and accept your body just as it is? I’d love to hear about your favorites!