I saw a great pair of legs last year.
They were the thighs I have always aspired to having. "That's them!" I thought, as they ran out of the surf, glistening in the sunshine.
And in the split second it took for those thoughts to flit through my mind, I felt sick. I almost vomited.
She was only eleven. And she was (and is) sick.
I suddenly realised how warped my sense of body image had become. Why should I, a thirty-four year old mother of three, want to have legs the shape of a sickly eleven-year old? What has gone wrong?
Spurned on by the recent discussion in the media about body image (which I commented on here), I have decided it's time to think seriously about this and to develop a healthy and biblical concept of self; not just the body, but the whole self, because
- our bodies are only part of who we are and
- how we think about our selves will impact how will think about our bodies.
So please join me as I seek to teach, change and re-orient my thoughts and my eyes onto what is good.