A Love Letter to My Body Positive

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Today’s choice from our synchroblog submissions is this one from Danielle Wheeler. We love it because Danielle speaks of knowing her body as gift even when it was formed and growing in her unwed mom’s belly. She didn’t share the body struggles most of us endured and her letter– her quest– is to find this secret sauce, so girls who grow up now may know it too. We, too, would love freedom for the generations to come. Yes, we do. 

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” … oh, to wrap it all up and give it to every little girl that ever was.”

By Danielle Wheeler | Twitter: @DanielleNYT

Dear Body,

You know our story is different. We’re not sure how, but we’ve mostly managed to evade the threads of self-loathing that seem to be woven into the fabric of the female being. This heart of ours that pumps bloods through you and emotions through me, it rips a bit when we read of the hatred and disgust women have for their earthly shells. And we wonder what umbrella kept this curse from raining on us? Whatever it was, made us one of those rare spectacles that actually believed in our beauty. Through the bad glasses, the not-right haircuts, and the freshman 15 (or, uh… 25), we remained obliviously, blessedly confident.

We’ve got to know. What is that umbrella we held that made us believe in our beauty? Because we want that umbrella for her, for the big beautiful baby girl that you pushed out of us. We want that umbrella to lift her above the pit of comparison that will constantly snatch at her ankles and shield her from drenching lies evil will pour on her. We want her to always glow in her current four-year-old confidence that chimes, “My name is Ellie Grace Beautiful.” May she always know that she is beauty itself.

And let’s take a moment to be brutally honest and admit that right now we need to know for us. Our thirtieth birthday is days away, and for some reason this birthday, unlike any other, makes you cringe. I look at our face in the mirror and see crinkles for the first time. And this belly of ours blossoms big with the third baby. People wonder if we’ve swallowed a basketball. Stretch marks spider across our skin. Fear begins to weave its sticky web on the inside.

Maybe the body of youth is gone forever. Perhaps those pre-baby numbers on the scale are not to be seen again. Perhaps this time when the milk runs dry, the breasts will be shrunken forever. The crinkles will only grow deeper, the skin only sag lower.

Maybe we cringe at this birthday, because in our mind it’s the official goodbye to youth. While we evade the curse of self-loathing, perhaps we still drink the lie that beauty and youth are inseparable.

We grew up thriving under our umbrella, while those who suffered as they starved and purged, writhed in lies and others shriveled in the desertlands of wishing they were other than themselves. Will we now lose our grip and toss away the confidence to join the masses chasing the tails of youth?

We’ve got to know. What is our umbrella? What made us believe that beauty is us?

– Maybe it is your 19-year-old unwed mother deciding to leave you, the blob of cells, nestled in her womb. You know this body, this life is a gift.

– Maybe it is growing up knowing the twinkle of your daddy’s eye. It was he who helped you first believe, “You are beautiful.”

– Perhaps our umbrella is never knowing abuse. Guys treated you with respect, never trying to take a piece of you to have for themselves.

– Maybe it is the sacred moment of unveiling on your wedding night and the words of wonder from your groom. He made you the treasure worth waiting for.

Maybe it was all of this, and oh, to wrap it all up and give it to every little girl that ever was.

But let’s look even deeper and realize that all these are things that happened to you, circumstances outside of you. These all helped you to believe, but they are not what made you beautiful. For if what makes us beautiful is defined by our circumstances, then aren’t we doomed?

For a man could ravage your body, cancer could steal your breasts, time could warp your bones. And what then? If beauty hangs outside of us, then it is there for the taking. But if beauty is knit up in our soul, then it is only ever and eternally ours for the keeping or for the selling.

Maybe it’s not an umbrella to cling to at all. Although there are days we forget and join in the toxic wishing, written on the flesh of our heart is the truth that beauty is the very dust of our being, gathered before time, breathed upon with holy kisses, made to mirror all that is glorious and good.

If beauty is found in skin and scales, then let our thirtieth birthday be our official goodbye. But if beauty is who we are made to be, then let’s make an official welcome into the rest of our life. Welcome all you wrinkles, stretch marks and sags! And welcome all that time will hand us. You will be our beauty marks of a life lived full.

Goodbye, youth. You’ve been grand, but we are no longer you.

So my dear body, let’s drop the fear and get on living with the confidence that comes from being … beautiful.

Love,

Me

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Dear SheLoves readers:

  • What moves you in Danielle’s words?
  • Which “positive” submissions spoke to you? We’d love to hear your nomination.
  • Any other thoughts or comments?

 

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Idelette McVicker
I like soggy cereal and I would like to go to every spot on the map of the earth to meet our world’s women. I dream of a world where no women or girls are for sale. I dream of a world where women and men are partners in doing the work that brings down a new Heaven on earth. My word last year was “roar” and I learned it’s not about my voice rising as much as it is about our collective voices rising in unison to bring down walls of injustice. This year, my own word is “soar.” I have three children and this place–right here, called shelovesmagazine.com–is my fourth baby. I am African, although my skin colour doesn’t tell you that story. I am also a little bit Chinese, because my heart lives there amongst the tall skyscrapers of Taipei and the mountains of Chiufen. Give me sweet chai and I think I’m in heaven. I live in Vancouver, Canada and I pledged my heart to Scott 11 years ago. I believe in kindness and calling out the song in each other’s hearts. I also believe that Love covers–my gaps, my mistakes and the distances between us. I blog at idelette.com and tweet @idelette.
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  • Monique Sawyer

    Absolutely beautiful, Danielle. You are so blessed, and yet in reading your words I know that I am blessed too…I just must decide to believe in the beauty that God has been whispering to me all along. I loved most your words about the truth that is written on the flesh of our hearts. Those words wash a river of hope over me. Thank you!

    • Yes, yes! To “decide to believe in the beauty that God has been whispering to me all along” rather than the lies the world shouts at us! Thrilled that He gave you hope through this.

  • Danielle, I love this piece! Great truths spoken with beautiful words. Thanks for sharing. I’m going to post this on my fb wall. 🙂 Keep up the blogging!