Oh noes! How did that middle finger get there? I must have just read another comment from another asshat telling me I'm worthless because I'm fat! Damn those instant reflexes! *grin*
I got an email from a reader I (now) love, and I wanted to share it with you because it addresses something I contemplate a lot:
I thanked her profusely for writing and mentioned that it's just part of putting yourself out there. I happened to post a personal ad that day (more on that awesome topic later) and received an unwarranted email from an angry stranger. I shared it with her then, and I'll share it with you now:
Of course he sent more harsh words so he could have the last say, but I merely responded with a chuckle and "Hugs and Kisses xoxo". And that was that.
This simple act of responding with a smile instead of tears marked the miles that I have come in my body acceptance journey. When emailing the lovely reader back I mentioned that after the Tumblr fiasco, not much can be said that shocks or devastates me anymore. I suppose it's like growing a thick skin, but it's not happening because of facing persistent negativity. It's happening because each time I stand up for myself I'm solidifying the fact that I. LOVE. ME. It's quite a magical little shield, this thing called self love.
If I was totally on the ball, I would have remembered to tell Mr. AngryStranger that I would have to get back to him a little later after replying to the 67 positive responses in my inbox. Next time.
I talk a lot about rejecting another's definition of us (like here and here), but this topic is a touch different than the rest. We're talking about bodies here. The thing that defines who we are the least but instigates the most shame. So weird. To judge someone by the way they look is outrageous. To internalize the judgment is unfortunate. Now, I'm just going to nod my head in agreement with this:
Now. Read that quote aloud, watch this INCREDIBLE gif and remember all of this when someone throws a derogatory comment your way. Got it?