I almost didn't post this.
For as long as I could remember, I have always drawn the human body in a "flattering" light. Tall, thin women with big, gorgeous hair. Even my own self-portraits would include quite a bit of "slimming down".
I grew up constantly being told what was wrong with my body. Too short, too wide, too soft, too pale...being held to impossible standards of beauty. Add 30+ years and two baby boys (very large boys, I might add...Louie was 8 lb 14 oz at birth and Brody was 10 lbs 9 oz), my body has now completely changed, yet I still hold myself to the ridiculous standards. Exhausting myself, trying to get back to my high school athlete size, only because I knew I was there once, and hope to be there again.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
It is not considered normal to love your body. We have been conditioned to find imperfections and strive to "fix our flaws". You know what? I AM TIRED.
I'm tired of being my own bully, a relentless critic. I hope to one day truly love the skin that I am in, but of course, this takes practice. Practice being grateful of the body that has taken care of me all these years. Thanking it for growing two wonderful boys. Learning that my body owes nothing to anyone because it is mine and mine alone. Respecting it enough to make it stronger and healthier for the years to come.
This is my first honest illustration of my body. It wasn't easy but I knew it was important. How can I begin to love something if I don't truly see it for what it is? 💗