Sugar Belly
This post is about bellies. Well, one belly in particular: the Sugar Belly. Lately I've spent a lot of time (more than I'd like to admit) thinking about the Sugar Belly. About how it crept up on me. About how when I look down I get confused that it's attached to me. About how when I catch myself in a mirror unexpectedly I think "why is that belly lady walking so close to me?" I think that since I've been in Australia I've been thinking about it more. Maybe because it's getting hotter and hotter by the day and I can't keep the Sugar Belly under layers because I'll just melt. Maybe because in the area I live there are many many many tiny hipsters wearing leggings and sheer crop tops and I know that I'll never look like that. And then I remember that I never want to look like that.
I read a lot of blogs and I love when I see other bloggers wearing a pencil skirt and they have this lovely little belly bulge. I think it's beautiful, womanly and sexy. It makes them look like classic 1950s women and I love how clothes look on these other women. But when I see that same rounded tum on me? It just looks all wrong. Why is it that I can love a feature on someone else but when it's on me I want to hide it away?
I have some loving and forgiveness to work on I think.
I need to remember that this is the body that I have. This is the body that has carried me through my very lucky 30 years. This Sugar Belly rose gently and partially because of falling in love and spending the best times cuddled up, drinking wine and eating cheese. And I wouldn't trade that for the world. My Sugar Belly is strong and the skin is so soft. And maybe this is just the shape that I am right now. And maybe that's ok.
Sal from Already Pretty shared a link to this project the other day. It's where normal women, just like you and I, sent in photos of their bellies. Big, small, flat, rounded, soft, taut, stretch marked, and baby-full. And you know what? THEY ALL WERE BEAUTIFUL! They all were real. Victoria Secret bellies are real bellies for a very, very few and regimented beautiful people. The rest of us? We're beautiful too. Real is better. Real is always better. Ok?
I read a lot of blogs and I love when I see other bloggers wearing a pencil skirt and they have this lovely little belly bulge. I think it's beautiful, womanly and sexy. It makes them look like classic 1950s women and I love how clothes look on these other women. But when I see that same rounded tum on me? It just looks all wrong. Why is it that I can love a feature on someone else but when it's on me I want to hide it away?
I have some loving and forgiveness to work on I think.
I need to remember that this is the body that I have. This is the body that has carried me through my very lucky 30 years. This Sugar Belly rose gently and partially because of falling in love and spending the best times cuddled up, drinking wine and eating cheese. And I wouldn't trade that for the world. My Sugar Belly is strong and the skin is so soft. And maybe this is just the shape that I am right now. And maybe that's ok.
Sal from Already Pretty shared a link to this project the other day. It's where normal women, just like you and I, sent in photos of their bellies. Big, small, flat, rounded, soft, taut, stretch marked, and baby-full. And you know what? THEY ALL WERE BEAUTIFUL! They all were real. Victoria Secret bellies are real bellies for a very, very few and regimented beautiful people. The rest of us? We're beautiful too. Real is better. Real is always better. Ok?
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Maz
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I like your thinking on the sugar belly as well - thinking it came from enjoying great meals with a loved one rather than from depriving yourself and feeling forced to fit in is a way to appreciate it more. Although ... mine is partly there from stress eating but that's another story!