LOVE YOUR BREASTS,YOUR BUTT, AND YOUR BANK ACCOUNT
By Jennifer Rawlings
BY JENNIFER RAWLINGS
It’s December 1st and the holidays are already stressing me out. Actually, it’s not really the holidays stressing me out as much as “me” is stressing me out.
If you had to go back and reread the first paragraph let me explain what I mean. Sometimes I can be a “little nutty” and irrational. I am painfully aware of my shortcomings and weaknesses. I often think that I am the only person that is so terribly flawed and that the rest of the world is perfect and I didn’t get the same memo that everyone else got.
When I look in the mirror I see the 10 lbs I needs to lose, and the beginnings of a wrinkle on my forehead. I see breasts that still point in the direction but aren’t quite as bouncy after nursing four kids.
What I should see is that I have a nice smile and that people often say I have pretty eyes.
When I look at my bank statements, I think about all my friends that are rich and famous and moguls of industry. I think about all the mistakes I have made in my career, all the bad choices, and horrible financial decisions.
What I should see is how lucky I am to make a living at what I love to do. I should look at my passport and see all the rich experiences I have had and all the wonderful people I have met. I have truly lived a dream beyond what I could have ever expected when I walked on stage the first time to do stand-up.
I am a terrible housekeeper. My kitchen is always clean and my bed is always made but beyond that…chaos. No matter how many loads of laundry I do there are never any matching socks in the house. My furniture needs reupholstered and I have files I have been meaning to organize for years. I am absolutely positive a poltergeist sneaks into our house every night and dumps more clutter.
I need to focus on how fortunate I am to have a home and that my home is full of love. I can sell the clutter at a garage sale.
I look at my friends and all I see is perfection. They are perfect mothers, perfect wives, they have perfect children, perfect jobs, perfect homes, and perfect bodies. I always wonder “why am I the only one who doesn’t know the secret to perfection?”
What I should see is that my friends aren’t perfect that they have the same struggles and troubles that I do. Maybe my friends get stressed out by their own shortcomings? Maybe they need a shoulder to lean on?
This being said I am going to make a gift suggestion for this holiday season. I think every woman needs to give herself the gift of “ love and forgiveness” We need to practice self-love so that we can love others. We need to see the beauty in our own differences and thank God that we are not all Barbie dolls.We need to embrace our clutter and look at all the things we have made time for in our life. We need to look in the mirror and give ourselves the unconditional love that we give our children. We need to remind ourselves everyday that we have a purpose in life and even though we are flawed we are still worth loving.
Happy holidays….. I am going to go buy a new bra to celebrate the new found love I have for my droopy boobs.
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Jennifer, this post is a gift. Thank you. You just gave a nearly verbatim account of what plays in my head every day. We should definitely focus on how great we are, on what we do have, on what our gifts and graces are. I’ve been particularly tough on my droopy breasts lately after having nursed two kids. What I should focus on is that my breasts are healthy and they were powerful enough to feed two children for a total of 34 months. What a blessing! Thanks for this wonderful reminder. I needed it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! I really needed this today. What scares me more is I hear these thoughts starting to creep into my daughters self dialog. I pray for the day when there’s a balance between rose colored envy and real worth in our society. Thanks for the reminder.
Love this post! Working on loving my breast, butt and bank account.