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Acoustic Soul

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We’re getting ready to do some renovations in our house, so everything is being shifted from room-to-room and excess is being purged. That includes my CD collection.

While most of my CDs have been imported to my iTunes music library, I came across one that I forgot.

india.arie – Acoustic Soul

When I got this, I must’ve listened to “Video” a hundred times. If you haven’t heard it, you have to give it a listen. She’s soulful, grounded and smart. Or at least that’s what comes through to me.

Chorus:

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen

As an annoying self-critic – from a long line of brutal self-critics – I have tried to channel her body confidence without much luck. What is it in my genetics that makes me only see my flaws and not much more? Or could it be environmental? Caused by the unavoidable splash of skinny celebri-moms across every major magazine under headings like “How She Got Her Pre-Baby Body Back in Just One Month – And LOOK – No Stretch Marks!” And why does it all matter so much in the first place?

So, wishing I had Carson Kressly by my side, I did what the courageous women on “How to Look Good Naked” do…I stood in front of the mirror for some self-analysis and a serious lesson in body image improvement. It takes some time to adjust to seeing what’s good, and not what’s gone to hell. But I’m trying to focus.

I start at my head…I have good hair. Sure, it’s dyed. But it’s shiny and red. And red is fun and fiery.

Me and Ev after his dance recital

This is what I'm working with...surely posing hard to make my arms and face look thinner!

My freckles are in full effect from my beach vacation. They’re probably a sign of skin damage, but they make me look young.

My eyes are brown and gold and a little green. They glow when I laugh and smile.

My smile is wide and bright. Most people tell me that’s what they notice first about me.

My hands are rough, wrinkly and blunt – working hands. But they remind me of my grandma’s, and I love that.

My stomach is flat.

My legs are strong and powerful. When I touch them, I can feel the curve of the muscles in my quads, hamstrings and calves.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I would encourage all women to do this. Especially any of you who also may be hating your muffin-tops, stretched out baby bellies and cellulite.

There’s lots to love about whatever you’re working with. Especially when you let yourself see it.

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