My cousin Genevieve is the cutest, and clearly one of my best friends. She lives in the faraway land of Nova Scotia and therefore on a day to day basis I don’t get to see her all that much. Luckily we make up for this loss via texting and SnapChat but clearly it isn’t the same. Being in the Bahamas together all week has been such a wonderful happy dream come true. We have SO much fun together and have totally been obnoxiously annoying the rest of our family the entire trip, they’re never going to invite us again!
Is it just me or does spending time at a water park remind everyone that no one has the perfect body. I know that sounds like I’m trying to be a total judgmental b-word but I mean it in an actually liberating way. Overall I am a fairly confident person, I know my body isn’t perfect but I can frolic around half naked all day without a care in the world. Yet there are those times I become ultra hypersensitive (usually when I am around someone I am trying to impress). I get into overanalyzing mode and become so self concious about the silliest things. I notice every teeny tiny ounce of cellulite (aka my booty), I start to HATE how my legs look when I’m not wearing heels (ridiculous) and my hair which is always a total frizzy mess makes me feel like an untamable lion…RAWR! Well, when you’re around hundreds (thousands?) of people in their bathing suits you quickly realize that even the prettiest skinniest most stereotypically gorgeous people aren’t flawless. You notice people have rolls, scars, cellulite, moles, whatever. Likewise, you notice that the woman I wouldn’t have given a second look earlier in the day may have fantastic legs as I’m standing behind her in line for a water slide. When you strip everyone down to the bare minimum the playing field is equalized and thus you recognize it isn’t a “playing field” and beauty, confidence, isn’t a competition. You don’t need to be the skinniest, most toned or tannest to be gorgeous (#epiphany). We look at ourselves through “magnifying mirrors” criticizing every little pore and pimple, but others see us through regular mirrors, as a whole. We’re so critical about our uneven skin tone, split ends and acne scars that we forget how teeny tiny the details really are as a part of the big picture. Kumbaya , everyone is beautiful right?!
At dinner this evening I went on a crazy feminist rant. I say crazy not because my points were not valid but because I haven’t yet reached the point where I can talk about certain issues without letting my emotions (primarily rage) get the best of me. I stormed off mid sentence into the restaurant bathroom on the verge of tears (perhaps I’m a bit of a drama queen) because I could not handle the magnifying glass of objectification women are placed under. Can we pretty please with sprinkles on top just take a minute to appreciate our own beauty while we have it? Look in the mirror and compliment yourself at least three times, you are stunning and admitting that to yourself doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you empowered and confident!