Combat

This is the post I started writing on June 10th... yup, it's a little delayed.

On most days, I feel great about my body. I really do, sure there are things that I would like to be slightly different. However on the whole I'm pretty pleased with overall presentation that is me. If you're around me you eventually hear about the things that bother me. You may not hear the reverse because honestly it sounds a little conceited to my ears. :/

Except here is the thing, I'm raising a little girl (though I suspect I might still feel the same way if it were a boy). I don't want her to be apart of the cadre of young girls who learn both from society and their representations at home that they shouldn't be happy with their bodies. She is getting older and become more aware of what I do and say. She's a little sponge and she is even more so if she has my natural inclination toward people watching. So I worry that some of my personal lamentations (the ones that make it out of my head) will negatively affect her. I worry that she will see me and I'm not happy with myself, then why should she be. I know.... it's friday I should be contemplating weekend plans.

So I'm working on cutting back my verbal complaints in general. Of course complaining about things gets me nowhere. My hope is that when I'm feeling this way, I can schedule a work out in somewhere. Whether it's doing the Beyonce workout or actually scheduling some time at the gym. Either way I don't want to continue to mentally beat myself up about the small things that I can change.