I used to look at a woman and really take in and appreciate her body, whether it was the subtle curve of her hips, or the way her legs moved swiftly with each step. I appreciated this simply because it was how God made her, and even as a woman myself, I recognize the sheer and gentle beauty of women. But somehow, in the mess of all things that is life, my opinion became all sorts of twisted and shifted. I don’t even know when this event partook but suddenly I’m seeing women differently. I see them all over social media with their six packs and highly unrealistic large asses and I cannot help but look for those very assets in everyday women. Somehow I have conformed to the world and that is exactly what I have been trying to avoid in my whole nineteen years of living.
So in this very moment I would like to renew my mind, and I’d like to share with you guys my epiphany of a beautiful body–which just so happens to be any body. And no, I am not encouraging obesity, but instead encouraging to love your body thoroughly and sincerely. That means loving it enough to treat it right. Keep it healthy, show it mercy. If you enjoy working out, by all means, you get that six-pack and toned-to-shit ass. But if working out just isn’t your fetish and quickens your breathing just thinking about it?…. You should actually probably lay off the donuts and remember to treat your body right. But if you want to have a donut every once in a while, who cares. We aren’t slaves to what other people are admitting their expectations to be. Just leave the modern world behind and listen to me when I say that all bodies are beautiful whether or not they are what people are all of a sudden thinking they should be. We are society. We can either change it, or conform to it. It’s up to us.
Songs of Existence 