"Don't forget to fall in love with yourself first." - Kathleen's Final Inspirational Post

When I started writing these posts, I expected it to be a challenge. I was right on that front, but it ended up being for a different reason than I’d anticipated; while I’d expected it to be hard by virtue of it being a personal topic—it’s hard to expose your insecurities, pointing them out for others to see and potentially to judge—I struggled the most to articulate what I dislike about my body, in part because I’ve come to realize that I really don’t hate my body the way I once did. My body image certainly isn’t perfect, but even the parts that I do sometimes fixate on or that I am insecure about—like my thighs and my belly—do not cause me nearly the same level of distress that they used to. 

Overall, it’s been an interesting experience trying to put my relationship with my body into words. Despite the challenges of it, it’s a topic that I could continue to explore and discuss probably nearly indefinitely because it continues to shift and evolve and because it’s so strongly entwined with so many other aspects of my life, impacting how I associate with the world and the people around me.

But I think we’d all become exhausted if I did talk about it indefinitely.  So, for now, this will be my last post on the subject, and it’s going to be just a little different than the previous ones. I mentioned above that I don’t hate my body the way I once did, and while I could still tell you about my dislike for the fat that hangs out over my ribs and always creates a roll there, or how I feel self-conscious when people find out how big my feet are (size 11, and yes I do sometimes wear men’s shoes), I’d much rather tell you about all of the little things I love about myself, so I’m going to do just that.

Success # 4 (and beyond) – Loving the little things (… a partial list)

I love my eyes, with their navy ringed irises and how they shift from bright blue to nearly grey depending on the light.

I like my dorkiness and the fact that by and large I’ve learned to embrace it rather than shy away from it. I love that it has resulted in a strange depth of random knowledge.

I’ve come to realize that many of my favourite pictures of myself are ones where the dorkiness shines through.

I love my hair and its curly waviness—it’s temperamental, but it’s beautiful.  Not unlike the rest of me.

I love how far I can point my toes.

I like my bum. It might be big, but it’s round and high and it looks fantastic in a pair of jeans. In fact, I rather like it because it’s big.

I love that I’m learning to live by my mom’s motto of “say yes more often” when it comes to trying new things. And I love that I keep people on their toes because this has left me with a strange variety of hobbies and interest.

There was a time when I would never have even considered trying something like the CN Tower EdgeWalk.

I love the muscle definition that is beginning to appear in my back, shoulders, and arms.

I like the fact that I have the Zorzella nose: the same nose that my dad had and that my brother and many of my cousins also have. (I may not always love how wide it is, but I adore the fact that it’s a family trait).

Not a perfect picture comparison, but it’s still clear that I take after my dad.

I love my dimples. They make me feel adorable.

I love the shape of my lips, and that I’ve recently discovered how awesome wearing lipstick makes me feel.

I love how strong I’m getting, and how many more things I am capable of now than it was even six months ago, and I cannot wait to find out what I will become capable of in the next six.

This picture looks celebratory to me, and that’s pretty much how I feel about being able to do things like this!