Love Your Body Day: Fashionably Late

Pssst! You should check out what my pal Robin had to say on this topic over at HitchDied! She’s the only reason I even knew this was a thing! This post is part of the 2011 Love Your Body Day Blog Carnival.

October 19th was Love Your Body Day Blog Carnival and I completely missed it. Darned if I won’t blog about it, though! Just try and stop me! Except don’t, because I like to talk about myself. You know this.

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: I love my boobs. I love my big, voluptuous, cup-runneth-over ta-tas. I love how bangin’ they look in dresses, in t-shirts, and in my husband’s hands. They. Are. Magnificent.

Now for the less obvious: I love the gap between my teeth. To be honest, I hated it when I was a kid. But I’m glad I didn’t let the dentist fix it because it’s a big part of who I am now. Strangers walk up to me occasionally just to tell me they love it.  You can always tell if I have taken a bite of your apple. And I should probably mention it happens to be the first thing Joe noticed about me. Well, after the boobs anyway.

I love my legs and how strong they are. They have to be to carry around this trunk o’junk! I love using them to make silly dance moves, especially at weddings. I love how long they look in a hot pair of stilettos and how shapely they look in a cute pair of boots. I love that my mom’s favorite photos from our wedding are the ones where my legs are showing. I get my legs from her, and she has great legs despite being a shorty like me.

I love my ears and my vocal chords because they work together to make me a singer. I love my rosy cheeks and golden-brown hair. You guys, I LOVE my bangs! I love painting my toenails on my cute little feet.  I love dressing to accentuate all my good parts, instead of dressing to hide my flaws. Don’t let anyone convince you those are one in the same.

I love my body even though it’s not what the media tells me it should be. Ladies, it is especially important for us to love ourselves in a world where not only are models unrealistically skinny, but their already impossible standards are then Photoshopped beyond oblivion. Me? I’m invincible to that sh*t. Besides, of the two ladies pictured below, who do you think looks happier? Yeah, thought so.











 Right hand photo by Lou Stein

So tell me: what do you love about your body?