I definitely choose weird. (And hot.)
And just like that, the big holidays are barreling towards us. And for all of the million logistical things that entails and the bajillion dollars it will probably cost (no, I’m not actually complaining. I do love giving gifts…) , I don’t have to worry about being ashamed of my eating. I don’t have to think about showing up in my body.
I don’t have to think about my body at all. Okay…Maybe my bum hip, but I’m 49 and have a short leg. But I don’t have to obsess over how I look or how others will be looking at my body. And who will say something.
Because just showing up in your body as a woman, especially after a long absence, has historically been a brave act.
Whether you gained weight, lost weight, got old, let your gray grow out, covered your gray, got a face lift, lost the baby weight, or didn’t, everyone and their brother had something to say about it.
But people don’t talk about my body. First because I don’t offer the opportunity. If you try or start to, I shut it down. Talk about my weight or my attractiveness will always be discouraged. But I don’t mean compliments, especially on “my look” as opposed to my looks. If you tell me I look great I will say thank you! It will make me feel great!
Especially now as I am aging and taking the opportunity to step into a new era a new style a new way of expressing myself through fashion.
One of my favorite background tracks on social media is a voiceover of a man saying “you can look old, or you can look weird. But you can’t look young. You’ve already done that. But you can still look hot.”
I love getting old. Truly. But only because I am comfortable in my body, in my mind, and in my heart. And every one of those was a direct result of quitting my drug foods and getting my eating under control.
