I've read many a blog or post about body image and how we need to love who we are no matter what we look like. I'm not buying that. We need to appreciate our bodies for the God given machines they are and keep them tuned properly. I have been taking mine for granted and it now shows. I did have some reasons for that, but in the long run? My body needs me to take care of it. Not to rejoice in the bulges that bounce, but to look at them and remember that I can control those bulges. If I wish. I have been a bit frustrated when I see gals I went to HS with 30 plus years ago still hosting great bods. But, then I remember, they worked for them.
I am proud of knowing my body housed and fed two boys over 20 years ago. I am thankful I have breasts still. I appreciate that my face can look pretty sometimes. I love how my body moves to the belly dancing techniques I've learned (one of those things I need to do more of). I do NOT like the gut that overhangs my panties, that my girls are now a pair of dragging queens of the lower sort, or that my thighs are worn and thunderous.
However, it is my choice as to how or what I plan to do with my body. It doesn't matter what anyone else says or my spouse wants. (He may prefer a Daisy Duke dame, but I'm a short, aging gourd with awesome lips!) It is up to me and me alone to do the actions to change myself. I am proud of what I have done so far, but there is a long way yet to go. And that, is what I am most proud of. That I am not giving up.