What do I like about myself? How much time you got?
I like a lot of things about myself, including the fact that I can say that statement out loud, without tempering it with a "just kidding" or an "except for..." or any of that self-defeating nonsense.
There's just not enough time in this life for that. There really isn't.
I like my arms. For years, I hid my arms under cardigans or wraps, afraid that they were too doughy, too pasty, too Margaret Thatcher, and not enough Michelle Obama.
People---I lived in Tucson, AZ and didn't wear sleeveless tops. How messed up is that?
It took until I was thirty-three years old to let my arms out of their fibrous prison. I was pregnant with Joel in July. The humidity was terrible, and I was chasing a two and a half year old around. I was HOT.
"I'm done," I said to myself, and I rolled up my sleeves.
On that miserable summer day, I stopped playing the perfect arm game, and I never looked back.
I've learned to love my arms.
I love the curve of my shoulders and the ping of my elbow.
I love that my back is strong, from my swim team years. It propelled me out of the water when I did the butterfly. It supports me when I extend into bridge pose. If I had to plow a field, it would work, in a pinch.
I love my shoulder blades, because they are strong from yoga and child-wrangling. They support me as I hold my head high.
I love these arms, my source of strength and balance. And I'm so very grateful that I can say that out loud, unashamed and grateful.
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