by Bekah Ferguson
www.bekahferguson.com
If all it takes to have a healthy self-image is natural physical beauty, there would be no anorexic supermodels. Celebrities like Christina Aguilera and Carmen Electra needn't have had breast enlargement surgeries, actresses such as Brooke Shields and Uma Thurman needn't have had costly cellulite treatments, and famous moms like Dayna Devon and Patricia Heaton needn't have had tummy tucks.
I'll be the first to admit that if there were papparatziis following me everywhere I went, I'd be a lot more concerned about cellulite. Who wants to find an unflattering photo of themself on the front page of a tabloid under the heading, "Worst Celebrity Beach Bodies"? If you could easily afford cellulite laser treatment, why not have it done? And to be fair, Patricia Heaton had four ceasarean sections before opting for a tummy tuck.
I've borne two children in a three-year time period and my second child was 10 lbs! He was also nine days overdue. So, we're talking a huge ponch here. He's a year old now and I still have a roll on my belly. I can usually hide it by sucking in, but I'll be honest and admit that I'm self-conscious about it and would rather it not be there. A tummy tuck seems like such a quick fix, especially considering a post-partum tummy can't always be flattened by mere stomach crunches. And anyone who's had a ceasarean section knows that such scars can't be dieted away. But because surgery is both extreme and expensive (not to mention dangerous), most women have to resign themselves to living with the permanent "battle scars" of pregnancy, such a saggier boobs, looser tummies and stretch marks. Nevertheless, we still compare our post-partum figures to those of celebrity moms who have personal trainers, one-on-one dieting coaches and if all else fails, cash for surgery. We even compare our post-partum figures to women who have never been pregnant.
I'm sure at one time or another, many of you have come across photos of celebrites caught without makeup. It's always a shocking sight! We're now living in the age of Photoshop beauty and anything that falls below that standard of perfection is considered unattractive, plain and even ugly. Natural beauty is no longer enough. Even the most beautiful women (by society's standards) still have to be swathered in makeup and air-brushed before they can appear on the cover of a magazine. Remove a wrinkle here, dab out the character lines beneath the eyes there, fill out the chest and lips a bit here, and smooth out the hips ever-so-slighty there. The images we see plastered thoughout magazines, billboards on the highways, posters in the shopping malls, music videos, and TV commericials, are not real women at all; they are glorified caricatures. Even mannequins have disproportioned Barbie doll figures. And yet I will admit that one look at a magazine cover can make me feel bad about myself.
I'll be the first to admit that if there were papparatziis following me everywhere I went, I'd be a lot more concerned about cellulite. Who wants to find an unflattering photo of themself on the front page of a tabloid under the heading, "Worst Celebrity Beach Bodies"? If you could easily afford cellulite laser treatment, why not have it done? And to be fair, Patricia Heaton had four ceasarean sections before opting for a tummy tuck.
I've borne two children in a three-year time period and my second child was 10 lbs! He was also nine days overdue. So, we're talking a huge ponch here. He's a year old now and I still have a roll on my belly. I can usually hide it by sucking in, but I'll be honest and admit that I'm self-conscious about it and would rather it not be there. A tummy tuck seems like such a quick fix, especially considering a post-partum tummy can't always be flattened by mere stomach crunches. And anyone who's had a ceasarean section knows that such scars can't be dieted away. But because surgery is both extreme and expensive (not to mention dangerous), most women have to resign themselves to living with the permanent "battle scars" of pregnancy, such a saggier boobs, looser tummies and stretch marks. Nevertheless, we still compare our post-partum figures to those of celebrity moms who have personal trainers, one-on-one dieting coaches and if all else fails, cash for surgery. We even compare our post-partum figures to women who have never been pregnant.
I'm sure at one time or another, many of you have come across photos of celebrites caught without makeup. It's always a shocking sight! We're now living in the age of Photoshop beauty and anything that falls below that standard of perfection is considered unattractive, plain and even ugly. Natural beauty is no longer enough. Even the most beautiful women (by society's standards) still have to be swathered in makeup and air-brushed before they can appear on the cover of a magazine. Remove a wrinkle here, dab out the character lines beneath the eyes there, fill out the chest and lips a bit here, and smooth out the hips ever-so-slighty there. The images we see plastered thoughout magazines, billboards on the highways, posters in the shopping malls, music videos, and TV commericials, are not real women at all; they are glorified caricatures. Even mannequins have disproportioned Barbie doll figures. And yet I will admit that one look at a magazine cover can make me feel bad about myself.
Photoshop Beauty
Here's what I want you to do the next time you catch yourself comparing your physique or even just your face with the photo of a model or celebrity:
First, purchase an expensive, fashionable outfit that matches your specific body and color types. Secondly, go to a hair salon and have your hair cut, colored and styled (or, if you have extremely short hair, feel free to purchase an authentic-looking wig). Thirdly, visit a beauty spa for exfoliating treatment of your pores, and then a laser hair treatment center to have your eyebrows shaped and any random facial hairs zapped away. Fourthly, purchase a push-up bra, or slip some gel pads into your bra to increase bust size. Fifthly, visit a beauty salon and have your makeup applied professionally, everything from concealer, foundation, powder, bronzer, blush, eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, eyebrow liner, lip liner and lipstick, and even fake eyelashes if you like. Lastly, I want you to go to a photography studio and have a full body or facial shot taken and printed on an 8 x 10. Be sure to have several different poses taken so that the photographer can select the most flattering one of the lot. And make sure he/she enhances your eye color and also air-brushes away all blemishes, zits, wrinkles, age spots, and character lines.
At last, you are ready to compare yourself to a magazine photo! But there's one more important thing I must stress: My plus-size ladies, you can only compare your 8 x 10 to women in plus-size magazines. (And older ladies must not compare their mugs to those of younger women.) I am confident that if any of you actually go to this degree of trouble (not to mention small fortune), you will be pleasantly surprised (if not shocked) to find that these paper beauties have nothing on you at all. And let us never forget that the rich and famous easily spend thousands of dollars a month on their high-maintanence beauty regimes! If I had that kind of money to blow, wow, I wouldn't have to trim my own fingernails anymore. (With myself and two children, I spend a lot of time trimming nails.)
Makeup Reliance
Speaking of makeup, how many of you would rather die than be seen in public without makeup on? Remember how shocking it is to see a celebrity without any makeup? Well, truth is, the same goes for us ordinary folk. Think of the women you know who always wear makeup. On the rare occasions when you've happened to see them without it (perhaps when they first got up in the morning), I'm sure you noticed how tired and plain (normal?) they looked without it. We are so used to their painted appearance that to see them any other way is unsettling. I used to be strongly reliant on makeup and during my mid-teen years, someone once asked my mother, "Why does Bekah wear her makeup like a sl--?" See, I never went anywhere without makeup; I even wore waterproof mascara so it wouldn't (perish the thought) wash off when I swam at the beach. I honestly believed in my heart (albeit subconsciously) that if I were to go out in public without makeup on, I would be so plain I might as well be invisible. Not wearing makeup seemed the equivelant of wearing gray clothes.
On that note, think of the women you know who rarely wear makeup. What is your impression on the occasions when they do wear makeup? Perhaps, "Wow, I can't believe how pretty she is"? Here's what I discovered in my late teens: One of my good friends only wore makeup once or twice a week. She looked great without makeup and she looked great with makeup. And though I was more accustomed to her unpainted face than her made-up one, I didn't consider her plain-looking at all. She was not an exotic beauty by any means. Just a regular young woman; but when she did occasionally wear makeup, I was impressed with how much of a doll she was. It took a few years of reflecting on this before its significance clicked in my head. When it did, I decided to stop wearing makeup every day.
See, I realized that if I were to reserve heavy makeup for special occasions, dates with hubby, and perhaps just one unparticular day of the week, I wouldn't have to fear being seen without makeup in public anymore. There's a physchological tendency to believe that women who look lovely without makeup are blessed enough "to not need it." But putting the few rare exotic beauties aside that we each may happen to know, I have found that the reason such women can "get away" with not wearing makeup is simply because we're used to their natural faces. Think of it this way: If it was normal for celebrities to perform and pose without layers of makeup, it would no longer be a shocking sight. Tabloids would have to try and shock us with photos of celebs with makeup.
So, here's a suggestion if you rely on heavy makeup and greatly lose confidence without it: Try cutting back gradually (rather than cold turkey) until you're down to perhaps some concealer (as needed) and a touch of lipstick or eyeliner. Reserve eye shadow, blush, mascara, lip liner, and the whole nine yards for special occasions. There is so much freedom in this practice. It's essentially a transfer of perspective: Instead of feeling plain without makeup, you'll feel "dolled up" with makeup. And it makes special events all the more exciting. I personally find this "less is more" mentality refreshing and I never want the burden (bondage?) back of having to wear makeup every day to feel good about myself. Men don't have to wear a lick of makeup to look good, why should we?
I have learned to look my bare face in the eye without cringing. You can too! By all means, use concealer on blemishes and zits, and do pluck stray hairs if they bother you; I'm not suggesting we grow out our unibrows here. But you know, our eyes are beautiful all on their own, they really are. Have you ever looked in a child's twinkling eyes and thought, if she would just add some eyeliner and shadow, she'd be so much prettier? That's a laughable thought. On the contrary, we're appalled when little girls wear makeup. Yet somehow we believe that our adult eyes aren't pretty enough on their own merit. Yes, we can enhance them with color and this can be charming (again, I like to wear makeup on special occasions and dates with hubby), but quite frankly, heavy makeup can be distracting in a negative way, especially if it gets smudged, cakey or clumpy.
It never ceases to irritate me how in nearly every sitcom and movie, we see women going to sleep with full-blown makeup on, and instead of waking up in the morning with clogged pores and racoon eyes, they slip out of the sheets with ruffled hair but completely undisturbed makeup. (This is akin to the "we just woke up, let's smooch" scenes in romance movies. In the real world, French kisses are reserved for later when "morning breath" has been mouth-washed away.)
Makeover shows run frequently on cable TV (Oprah, Tyra Banks, informercials) and you never see an unpainted woman smiling in her "before" picture. If you did, the "after" picture wouldn't be nearly as impressive. We find ourselves thinking, Oh, she looks so much better with makeup; less tired and more cheery! It's an illusion. Of course we all look better dressed-up than in sweats, but so what? Not every day is a gala ball. I'm also going to look a lot wanner in a dull corner of a room than I will standing out in the sunshine (or under a spotlight). All it takes to look "less tired and more cheery" is a smile genuine enough to light your eyes! Don't get me wrong though, I've been persecuted for not wearing makeup and coloring my hair, so I'm not making these comments lightly. Yes, you read that right: persecuted. But rather than crushing my self-image, this experience actually enforced my desire to be appreciated for myself alone, rather than my superficial appearance. Here's what happened:
When I was nineteen and first began experimenting with natural hair color and minimal-to-no makeup, I got a job as a receptionist at an elite hair salon. The job interview was arranged through "Job Connect," a job-finding program that subsidizes new employers for the first handful of weeks of employment (the orientation period). I believe the "mistake" I made was wearing makeup and jewelry on the day of my interview. I gave them the wrong impression, so-to-speak. ;)
The first thing I noticed on the job was that the hairdressers (and owner) were upperclass individuals with sleek sports cars, silky, shimmery clothes, jelled and colored hair, and glittery gold jewelry (the men too). Conversations revolved around one-night-stands, clubs, exotic vacations, and physical fitness. And from the start, they spoke excitedly about the makeover they were going to give me; the new, stylish hair cut and highlights, and how great it was going to look, etc. Imagine their disappointment when I turned down these repeated offers. I did my job well, in this I am confident; I answered the phone, booked appointments, greeted clients, served tea and coffee, and did everything right. I dressed nicely in skirts, dress pants, heels, and light jewelry (you couln't criticize me for not dressing professionally), but I kept my natural hair color and didn't paint my face.
Well, two weeks in, the owner's father, also a hairstylist, happened to stop by for a visit. Picture a middle-aged man with a toned body, tight black shirt to show off his pecs, flat-front pants and a flashy belt, with perfectly coiffed salt and pepper hair. First thing he does when he meets me is give me the up and down look as though he were a camera lens, and verbally outlined what needed to be done with my hair. I politely turned down the offer. A couple of days later, this same man returned and explained to me that my subsidy was about to run out and they unfortunately couldn't afford to keep me on as the receptionist. This was clearly a "kind" way of firing me without telling me the real reason, which was, "You don't wear enough makeup and you won't let us funk up your hair." (Remember, this was an elite salon. Haircuts alone were $50 a pop. Money was not an issue for them.) Two weeks later, they had a new receptionist: A tall skinny young woman with black, high-heeled calf boots, a miniskirt, skin-tight pink shirt, heavy makeup and . . . magenta hair. Magenta.
Of course I understand that a hair salon receptionist is in many ways, an advertisement for the salon, and I wasn't complying. It's not that I was opposed to trendy hairdos, not at all; I just resented their desire to completely change my appearance. As far as I'm concerned, the vain and shallow social circles that reject women who don't wear heavy makeup and flashy clothes, are not the sort of people I want to impress.
There was a time, however, when I changed my hairstyle on a monthly basis, unable to find a style that looked good enough. No matter what "look" I tried, I never measured up to my confident, perfect-looking peers. So, I would try yet another look, each time meeting with yet another presumed failure.
Hairdos, Cuts and Styles
As a sixteen-year-old, I dyed my hair a different color every couple of months until my hair was dry and splitting; and I changed the style so frequently that within a year, I'd been to the hairdresser so many times my hair was down to one-inch in length and had nowhere further to go. I was forced to grow it out again which was a miserable waiting period requiring globs of styling gel to tame my hair during those various "inbetween" phases of length.
At one inbetween phase, when my hair wasn't quite long enough to tuck behind my ears, I was so self-conscious of "wings" that I moussed my hair stiff each morning and wore a skinny metal headband that gave me headaches. (Wind was my mortal enemy at this time.) I was extremely envious of anyone with hair long enough to pull back into a ponytail (never mind that my hair had been that long before I chopped it all off) and I also despised the "pretty" girls who looked so cute with their hair as short as mine. (Even though I had the same haircut as many of the popular girls, I didn't have their porcelian skin and big doe eyes. My perception of myself was warped. I never saw my smile when I looked in a mirror, only the blemishes. Never my blue eyes, only my big nose. I was consumed with negatives.)
I remember one day in particular because when I was walking home from school with a guy friend, he suddenly reached out in the middle of a random conversation and yanked the flimsy metal band from my head, flinging it to the pavement. I stopped startled and gaped at him. In frustration he snapped, "I just wish you would let your hair loose for once!"
I ditched the headband from that day forward and resigned myself to accepting my hair the way it was, wings and all. A couple of weeks later, when I was no longer wearing hair gel and my hair was happily wind-ruffled, this same guy said to me, "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" I didn't. Not at all. Now, this guy wasn't my boyfriend and we never dated or anything like that, we were just friends, but of all the guys I've known (aside from my wonderful husband), he inadvertently impacted my self-image in the most positive ways through random insight I don't think he realized he had. Later that same year, when I was grumbling about my weight (I wasn't overweight at this time, having lost 50 lbs a year prior, but I still didn't think I was thin enough), he again got angry with me and said, "No guy wants to cuddle a bag of bones!" I reminded myself of that comment for years to come whenever I got to fretting over my hips and thighs (we ladies always seem to think we're bigger than we actually are).
Now all this is not to say we shouldn't dye our hair or change our hairdo styles from time to time. Change can be a lot of fun! And finding a hairdo that matches our unique personalities can be freeing in itself. Any time I've had a hairdo that doesn't match my personality, I've felt like a fish out of water. The thing is, I was out of control for a long time: I wasn't happy with my appearance and was trying one thing after another in the hopes of finding a look I'd be satisfied with. I never was. When my hair was long I wanted it short, when it was short, I wanted it long. When it was black, I wanted it red and when it was red, I wanted it blond. I was so preoccupied with my physical appearance that it was to the point of obsession. I now realize that though I despised my looks, I was just as vain as those snobby girls who thought they were superior to everyone else. I have since come to accept my natural hair just the way it is. It's true, I tend to wear a lot of ponytails, and this isn't glamorous or trendy, but it's comfortable and I enjoy having long hair.
If frequent hair-dying and styling is a safeguard for you against the dreaded state of "Plain Janehood"; let me encourage you to tone things down and find ways to appreciate your natural, God-given hair color.
1 Corinthians 11: 14-15 says, "Does not the very nature of things teach you . . . that if a woman has long hair, it is her glory?" Now, I'm not suggesting that we shouldn't wear our hair in short styles, but there is something interesting and lovely about long, natural hair. It has a feminine quality to it which is often becoming. For example, we don't often see older women with long hair anymore, but every once in a blue moon, I will spot an elderly woman with long white tresses that are absolutely stunning. She stands out in a crowd because of her natural hair. (I am, of course, speaking of clean, brushed and trimmed hair, not straggly, greasy locks.)
While dying or cutting our hair on occasion can be a refreshing change, when it comes to selecting colors and styles, there's something important to be aware of: Certain haircuts and styles require heavy makeup as a garnish; an acessory. It's like clothing. You don't wear pearls and chandelier earrings with a T-shirt, but a prom gown calls for it. In the same way, bright cherry-colored hair (or any extravagant color or style) just doesn't look complete without shimmering, smoky eye makeup to match. If you want to cut back on makeup and hair gel reliance, you may want to try a more natural hair color and longer length.
Porcelain Skin, Fashion and Vanity
Whether you have a clear complexion or not, we all know that a single zit has the power to ruin an entire day. One big zit on your forehead, nose or chin and you're miserable. You try to hide it with coverup and powder, and even if this works to some degree, you still check your reflection every hour to make sure the makeup hasn't worn off. And if the zit is big enough, makeup will only hide the redness, not the size. In short, there's nothing much that can be done for a big zit except to wait it out. Nevertheless, it's tough to resist the urge to envy women with porcelain skin. (Remember air-brushing? Most women don't have perfect complexions.) As a teenager, I was terribly self-conscious of my acne and to this day, though my skin is much easier to maintain than it was then, I still find myself longing for a clearer complexion (though truth be told, I would've loved my current complexion if I'd had it at age sixteen!).
Consider this: Have you ever gone to a social gathering on a zit-day-of-doom? Did you find it hard to make eye contact with people, convinced that everyone was zooming in on that zit and being repulsed by it? It helps to put things in perspective here. Think of the last social-setting you attended and think of the people you talked to. Can you remember if anyone had a zit or a facial blemish of some kind? If you do remember someone with a blemish, did you focus on it at the time and did you think the person was ugly because of it? Chances are you can't remember a single person with any sort of facial blemish. But even if you do remember someone with a zit or two, I doubt you thought they were ugly because of it. Why should you consider yourself any differently? Even if someone does notice your zit, all they're going to think (if they think anything at all) is that "so and so has a zit" and then they're off to the next random thought. Seriously. No one cares if you have a zit on your forehead. They're too busy worrying about the zit on their forehead.
And how about Fashion? For many years, I hated clothes shopping because it seemed without fail, the clothes so lovely on mannequins looked terrible on me. I'd go home feeling sad and ugly every time, even if I did find a few outfits that fit comfortably and looked nice. Sometimes I'd even torture myself by buying a pair of pants that were too tight because I was sure I could lose enough weight to fit into them soon. I'm sure you can guess the outcome each and every time: I'd suffer through several months of wearing suffocating jeans (or staring at them folded neatly in a drawer) before finally passing them along to Goodwill with a feeling of regret for having wasted my money, and a sense of failure for not having lost any weight. Clothes alone can make us feel good or bad about our appearance. Allow me to suggest some ways to prune your wardrobe into one more complimentary to your body image:
To start, please remove all shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, etc. that are too small and tight for you, no matter how nice they might be. Likewise, remove any outfits that are miles too big and make you feel "frumpy" to wear. Put these in a box to go to your local thrift shop. Next, remove any items of clothing that are dull or drab in appearance. (Some women look lovely in gray, of course; I simply mean whatever colors are dull to you.) I've found personally that colorful, cheery clothing helps me to feel cheery as well. Only keep clothing that fits your current body type, is comfortable, and that you enjoy wearing. If you have any outfits that "fit" but are uncomfortable, or make you self-conscious about some part of your body, I suggest you pass them along. I recognize that many of you will be hoping to lose weight someday but let's not allow that to dictate our current wardrobe. If you find yourself in a situation of permanent weight loss someday, by all means, purchase new clothing at that time. But never before. Also, if you've gained weight but have held onto clothing that no longer fits, don't torture yourself by keeping those items. The sight of them will only make you feel sad or guilty on a continual basis.
I have one more suggestion and this isn't only for the frugal-minded. Try shopping for clothes at a large thrift shop, like Value Village of Goodwill, instead of intimidating clothing malls or big-name stores. You won't be bombarded by giant posters of "gorgeous" models or endless mannequins wearing today's latest fashion. It's fun to shift through racks of random shirts, pants and the like until you find something that strikes your fancy. Who cares if it's in style or not? If it's a nice color, fits you comfortably, and gives you a cheery feeling, you should buy it. Wear clothes that allow you to feel comfortable in your own skin and ditch the ones that don't. You're the only one who's going to suffer by wearing jeans that are too small. People might wonder why you're walking so stiffly, but they won't care about your pants. So you might as well wear clothes that fit.
Speaking of "outward adornment," do you carefully pick out your best clothes, apply your makeup fastidiously and coiff your hair to perfection every morning before heading off to "the office"? Do you check your reflection frequently throughout the day and hope your coworkers consider you physically attractive? And for the married women reading this, I must ask, why is it so important to be considered physically attractive by the men you associate with in public? Are you hoping for an affair? Certainly not. More importantly, do you put this much time and care into your appearance in the presence of your husband or does he always get the flannel pajamas and track pants? This is backwards, my friends. Of all the people in the world, the only person you should enjoy dazzling with your looks is your husband; it shouldn't matter if your male co-workers think you're pretty. And for all women, married or single, it's your skills, talents and integrity which matter most in the workplace, not your physical appearance! What is your primary focus?
1 Peter 3:3-5 says, "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful."
The Apostle Peter isn't saying here that we must avoid nice hairdos, jewelry and fashionable clothes. He was rather emphasizing the importance of valuing and nurturing our inner beauty instead of obsessing over the asthetics of outward appearance. Consider Colossians 3:12-13, which says, "Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity."
I am not suggesting we start going to our workplace wearing jeans and flip-flops or shapeless, colorless clothing, I'm merely pointing out that some of us have become so preoccupied with our appearance in public that it's become an obsession. And being obsessed with our outward appearance is vanity.
Recently, while doing research for my latest novel, I stumbled upon a disturbing picture. I can't remember what my search query was, but I clicked on a random website, scrolled down, and suddenly found myself staring at an upclose photograph of a car crash. I will spare you the gruesome details, but suffice it to say, the woman driver (who had obviously perished) happened to be wearing very nice clothes. She had large hoop earrings, strawberry-blond hair long and flowing, and a sleek black leather jacket. She had also been driving a sports car. Along with the instant nausea and haunted feeling that lasted several days after, I found myself wondering what this young woman's last thoughts had been.
Perhaps it was simply her fashionable appearance that brought on such contemplation, but I wondered: As she drove to or from whatever her destination had been, was she thinking all about her physical appearance, little knowing that her life was about to end and her looks would no longer matter? How many of us spend huge amounts of time thinking about how we looked today and how we looked yesterday, how we looked last week and even last year, how we might look tomorrow and in the year to come, and what did everyone think of our looks today and what does our husband/boyfriend really think of our looks, and what can we do to improve our looks, etc. etc. etc. If we were to die suddenly, what are the chances that our minds will be filled with vain, trivial thoughts?
The truth is, no one else cares what you or I looked like today and they certainly don't care what we looked like last month. They are too busy caring about their own looks. So, why should we devote so much time to meditating on and obsessing over our physical appearance?
The next time you find yourself immersed in superficial thoughts, stop, take a deep breath, and focus on something that really matters; like your friends and family, your values, your hobbies and aspirations, and things that bring you joy.
Body Shapes and SIzes
I know a dear woman, eighty-years-old, who still worries about her weight and longs to be thin again like she was as a young woman. At a time in her life when she ought to relax and enjoy a piece of cake without guilt, she continues to fret about her body image. Yet losing weight for her is completely unrealistic. She walks with a walker and can't stand for long periods of time because of the back surgery she had a couple years ago after a break. But because her desire for weightloss has been intact for several decades, such obsessive longings are deeply ingrained. If only she could be happy with the body she has; for what a blessing to have been given eighty years of life (and counting), fifty-five years of marriage (and counting), and not a single tragedy in her family. Nevertheless, her thoughts continue to be consumed with that of her physical appearance and how it is perceived by others. I don't want to reach her age myself and still be worrying about the size of my hips. I wish she could see how loved and cherished she is and always has been, regardless of her size. Who is she trying to impress anyway? Strangers? What is the source of this misguided pride that says "I'm a failure as long as I continue to be overweight"?
There was a time, at the peak of my own weight troubles, when I hated the very sight of my legs. I avoided wearing shorts in the summer (and sweated needlessly) because to me, my legs looked pudgy and unfeminine. I was embarrassed by them. I thought, "How can I be pretty with such heavy legs and thick ankles? Pretty women have thin legs and delicate ankles." I never stopped to think how blessed I was to have legs! There are so many people wheelchair-bound or in prosthetics and yet I hated my legs simply because they weren't thin. But legs, like noses, come in all different shapes and sizes. Every woman's legs are unique to her own body type and height. Let me ask this: Have you ever seen a woman with a lovely face who also happened to have unshapely legs? Did you think to yourself, "Well, I thought she was pretty, but now that I've seen her legs, I don't think she's pretty anymore." I doubt it. That's just goofy. Yet this is how we treat ourselves! I'm not pretty because my nose is too big (too small, too narrow, too wide). I'm not pretty because my hips are too round (too narrow, too curvy). I'm not pretty because my eyes are too small (too big, too wide). The list could go on and on.
Imagine if we all looked exactly alike. How boring would that be. The varying shapes of eyes and eye colors, the shapes and sizes of noses, chins and jaws, cheekbones, straight or arching eyebrows, crow's feet and laughter lines, age spots, etc., are all features that give a person character. What aspect of your body do you despise most? The shape of your legs? Your waist? Your backside? Your nose? Let it go. No one else is obsessing about that part of your body and neither should you. (Like zits, they're too busy obsessing over some aspect of their own body.) The media portrays physical beauty as perfection only, but the truth is, a person can be beautiful, lovely, attractive, cute, handsome, etc., regardless of any number of physical "flaws" they might have. For all you know, that crooked smile is one of your most endearing physical attributes.
Comparing ourselves to celebrities and models is one thing; however, it's just as easy to compare ourselves to friends, relatives and co-workers. Even a day relaxing at the beach can be downright depressing if a group of pretty girls happen to waltz by with little bikinis and "perfect" figures. The same can be said of a trip to the mall; all it takes is one sleek female brushing by you in the clothing aisle to make you toss your armful of clothes back onto the rack in exasperation. When you're unhappy with your body, its easy to find someone who looks "better" than you. It's also easy to find someone who looks "worse" than you too. And though it may be a small satisfaction to spot a woman who weighs more than you do, it doesn't really help you feel any better. As the founder of "The WeighDown Diet," Gwen Shamblin, points out (and I've paraphrased), "A woman who is five pounds overweight is just as unhappy with her body as a woman who is fifty pounds overweight." So, it doesn't matter how many people we see who look worse than us; all it takes is seeing one person who looks better to sink our spirits for the rest of the day. And we will see other women from time to time who seem to have flawless bodies, because they do, in fact, exist. There will always be people out there who stand out in a crowd, whether physically, intellectually or artistically.
Sometimes we see women in public who are overweight or have some physical aspect that we find unappealing, and to be blatantly honest, we think to ourselves, "Boy, I'm glad I don't weigh as much as she does!" Or "I'm glad I don't have legs like hers!" But here's the thing: we do not know these women personally. We do not know if they are loving and gentle, sweet and kind, talented, smart, witty, generous, ambitious. We know absolutely nothing about them other than their physical appearance and perhaps their occupation. As such, it is easy to believe that in the same way we find certain physical features unattractive in strangers, other people are finding those same features unattractive in us.
Let's take the time to think about the women in our own circle of close friends and family who happen to be overweight. Do we think they are unattractive and unlovable because of that? Let's think also of the women we know and love who are slim but have cellulite or spider veins or lots of wrinkles. Do we think they are thus unattractive and unlovable? Of course not. These are women you love and respect and care for deeply. It doesn't matter what they look like physically; you love them just the way they are! And because you know them, you also know their hearts and dreams and personalities. You enjoy their company and they enrich your life. It is who they are inside that makes them so lovely to you.
Now let me ask you this: Why do you believe that you are "unattractive" or "unlovable" simply because of being overweight or having cellulite or acne or a big nose or hair that is too curly or too straight? What makes you any different from all the women you know and love? Do these woman care that you are overweight? (I'm guessing you don't care what they weigh.) And do they think you are ugly because you have a big nose? Not a chance. In the same way that you love and accept them, as is, they also love and accept you. The interesting thing about inner beauty is that it transforms a person's outward appearance once you get to know them. In the same way, a lack of inner beauty can severely marr even though most physically-appealing face. As the old saying goes, "Beauty is skin deep but ugliness goes straight to the bone."
It's time to start treating our ownselves with the same respect and consideration we so generously give to others. Chances are, the most wonderful and beloved women in your life are not anywhere near model-material. They are normal women with normal bodies; big or small, short or tall. If we were to change these women into glorified caricatures, we would likely have to remove everything about them that makes them unique and interesting. We wouldn't recognize them anymore.
Anyone who has lost a loved one has felt that terrible pain of knowing they will never again see the face of the one they cherished on this earth. We love the faces of those precious to us; we hold their image dear in our hearts. And if we lose someone we love, we long to see their face just one more time. Consider this: In the same way Jesus Christ is the image of the invisible God, our faces, our "eyes," are the windows to our souls. You may not have the face of a supermodel, but your eyes, your smile, your face is precious to those who love you! How can you continue to hate the face that is so treasured by those who love you?
Isaiah 53:2 says of Jesus, "He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him." Yet how we adore him! God, our creator, could have been the most physically attractive man ever to have existed; he was, after all, perfect and without sin. But when it came to his physical body, he chose to be ordinary; not even good-looking enough to be considered handsome. I ask you this: Who is more lovely than Christ?
You don't have to be physically attractive to be beautiful to those who have come to know you.
Physical Perfection and Weight Loss
It is impossible, even for the most physically attractive women, to achieve physical perfection. Therefore, for those of us obsessively believing that losing weight will be a cure-all, we have unknowingly placed a standard of "Photoshop perfection" upon ourselves that can never be obtained: We are so focused on our physical flaws that we can't see any of our attributes. Strip away the extra weight and all of these other listed "flaws" will still remain.
Be honest with yourself: If you were to lose weight, would you be content with your face, your nose, your eyes? Would you be content with the shape and length of your legs and/or the elasticity of your skin? Or would you want these things to be improved as well? Where will it end? At what state must you reach before you can feel good about your body?
Why is Hollywood, the land of the beautiful people, so full of broken relationships, divorce and remarriage, depression, anorexia, drug and alcohol addictions, and suicide? It's because being thin and "beautiful" is not enough to make a person emotionally healthy! And when it comes to those who are overly confident in their appearance, we label them conceited and shallow, and find ourselves repelled by their personalities. Some of the most outwardly attractive men and women I've known have also been the most mean, snobby and superficial. They were not people I wanted to befriend.
The reality is that you and I will never have perfect figures, and until we can learn to accept ourselves the way we are now, big or thin, we will never be content. There will always be the wishing for a smaller nose or bigger, perkier breasts, less wrinkles and toner muscles. There will always be something standing in the way of contentment. But the thing is, we are all aging, one year at a time. The spider veins on my thighs are not going to go away, they will only become more visible over time, especially considering how much time I spend sitting at my computer writing. The same goes for anything else: As we age, we accumulate more and more wrinkles, parts of our body become looser and saggier, our backs begin to stoop, our hair turns white, and our knuckles gnarl. It is inevitable. And one day, when we have passed from this present earth to meet our Maker in heaven, our physical appearances will be long forgotten by the generations to come.
What kind of legacy do you wish to leave behind? We must learn to focus our thoughts and energies on things that hold true value and significance in light of eternity. Our physical bodies are only temporary and are quickly fading away, but our souls are eternal. Which should we spend the most amount of time nurturing?
I will take the time now to talk more indepthly about weight issues because as I've mentioned, many women believe that if "I could just lose this extra weight, then I would feel good about my appearance." We honestly think that being overweight is the primary reason for hating our bodies. (This belief, by the way, is equally as seductive as "if I could just have this one more thing, then I would be content.") I personally believe that weight gain in itself (medical and disability reasons aside) is only a symptom of a diseased body-image, not the cause. Weight loss is not the illusive, magical cure many of us believe it to be.
For the longest time I too believed being overweight was the cause of my poor self-image. But after finally losing fifty pounds, I still didn't like the way I looked and was still unhappy with my figure for many years to come! (I could type out a long list of perceived flaws.) There are still times when I am surprised to come across photographs of myself from only a couple of years ago and remember having felt "pudgy" at the time the photo was taken! I wasn't fat at all, and anyone else looking at those photos might think I was insane for having thought I was; but in my mind, I was still that fifteen-year-old girl who was overweight. Now, there is certainly a period of elation after successful weight loss, no question; but when the dust settles and all the problems and insecurities you had in your life before are still there, the high wears off. The seductive enchantment of "being thin" dissolves into reality; thin people hate their bodies too.
Studies show that a high percentage of women (and men) who lose weight through dieting will eventually gain all the weight back, often more. Why is this? If losing weight makes us feel so good about our bodies, why do we allow ourselves to gain the weight back?
There is a psychological phenomenon making a growing appearance amongst gastric by-pass patients, a condition known as "addiction transfer," and it offers an important clue. People who have lost huge amounts of weight through this "stomach-stapling" surgery are later becoming addicted to alcohol or other substances, compulsive shopping, gambling, promiscuity, etc. Here's why: Dopamine, a brain chemical classified as a neurotransmitter, is responsible for stimulating the pleasure center of the brain. Drinking alcohol or eating "comfort" foods boosts the levels of dopamine in your brain making you feel good for a temporary amount of time. When the levels drop back down again, you feel a craving (a sense that something is lacking), and you seek to fulfill that craving. Essentially, you need a boost (a "hit") to feel better emotionally. So you eat a chocolate bar, drink some whiskey or smoke a ciggarette. With gastric bypass patients, their ability to overeat is suddenly gone (their stomach is too small), but their need for a boost is still there. They must find something else to fill the void (the craving); hence the phenomenom of addiction transfers.
This indicates that unfulfilled emotional needs is the root cause of addiction. So, while excess weight is sometimes a medical or disability condition, for many of us, a food addiction is manifest. In which case, dieting and losing weight will never be permanent until the underlying causes of the addiction are first addressed! We can not remove our source of comfort (food) without first filling the void with something else. Otherwise, after depriving ourselves for a few months (dieting), we'll eventually give in to the overwhelming cravings for comfort foods in the same way that an alcoholic longs for another drink. No one likes to feel dreary and depressed for long periods of time. (If you've ever tried to quit smoking, for example, you know how miserable and jittery you can get without nicotine.) This is why despite your elation in losing weight, chances are high that you will gain it all back unless you find a way to manage your addiction.
I'm sure you all see the obvious paradox here: Being overweight makes you unhappy, so you overeat to "feel better." When the high wears off and you regret that supersized fries, you overeat again for more comfort. Naturally, we assume that being thin will make us happy, thus no longer needing comfort food. Unfortunately, we don't release how emotionally relient on food we've become. I used to blame my depression on my weight, but now recognize it was depression itself which caused me to become overweight! I was turning to food for comfort whenever I felt sad, anxious, scared, unhappy, insecure, lonely, etc. We aren't born overweight, remember, it takes years and even decades to reach a state of obesity. For me, eating food for comfort, above and beyond legitimate physiological hunger needs, eventually lead to my being overweight, which consequently increased my depression. After I lost the weight, it took many years to learn how to cope with negative emotions without "numbing" them with food.
As a Christian, you too can learn to successfully manage a food addiction. That being said, however; you must first get to the root of your emotional needs and crippled self-image, so that you can seek healing. Until we find healing of our hearts and minds, we won't last very long without
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