I am Amazing

If you’re on Twitter, you’ve probably seen the “Exposed” movement going around. Women (and men) are making blog posts celebrating their bodies…many are even posting pictures of themselves in just a bra and underwear (well, just underwear for the men). And they are celebrating what is amazing or special about themselves.

There will be no picture here. I wrestled with the idea of doing one, but I’m not ready. But I decided that it shouldn’t keep me from celebrating.

I’d like to say that this is easy for me. I’d *like* to say that. Truth be told, I hate my body. I want to accept it for what it is, but that’s very hard. I have fought it my entire life – I started being the fat kid in 2nd grade, and just continued to grow into the fat woman I am today. I went on my first diet in 3rd or 4th grade (it wasn’t called a diet, and it was actually a really good program, which made the parents come in and learn everything us kids were learning). I’ve been on a diet off and on for many of the past 30 years. (I took a hiatus during the ’90s, because I noticed that I kept pinning my self-worth to the scale. I made the wise decision to try to get to like myself without being on a diet – I think it helped, at least helped me to like myself even if I didn’t like my body.)

I feel like my body is the enemy…but that’s not what this post is about. I want to celebrate.

I have killer calves – they are huge, but mostly all muscle. Why? Because I bike. A lot. In the past 7 months, I have pedaled 500 miles on my bike. Another 500 miles on the stationary bike. I did a 50-mile ride in September, and a 30-mile ride filled with hills.

I have a pretty spectacular brain…I’m not too shy to say that. I use it to share the mysteries of the Universe with school teachers and their students. I have studied black holes at the centers of galaxies.

I have hands that make some cool crafts. Most recently I preserve my memories in scrapbooks. I have sewn numerous clothes, blanket bears, and costumes, weaved a couple beautiful baskets, and cross-stitched some spectacular birth announcements.

I have ears that listen. They hear jokes and laughter, but also listen to hurt and pain. They are always available for anyone who needs a sympathetic listener.

I have arms that are good for hugging – hugging hubbies, kitties and puppies alike (and nieces when I get a chance!)

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