I have come to the horrible realisation that I’m fat. And I know you wonderful readers will probably respond to tell me that it’s ok. And that, sure, I’ve picked up a couple of kilograms but it’s nothing hectic, it will go away. Bla bla bla blab flab… And I love you all for it. But you’re not doing me (or my fatness any good). Let’s be real.
How did I come to this earth-shattering (and shaking) realisation? Well, I was in the wedding shop trying on white dresses… this is where all insane female emotions are born. The first dress looked hideous. The second looked awful. The third looked ok. And the fourth looked amazing – from the bust down. You see wedding dresses are designed to pull in your waist and hide your hips. And I could kiss every wedding dress designer for it. But what they absolutely cannot do is hide the wobbly-bits that pop out the top. Argh! What a flop!
I was at a Women’s Day lunch with Sam Cowen (from South African radio station, Highveld) as the guest speaker a few years ago. And Sam was talking about those slimming granny knickers that pull in your wobbly bits. You all know what I’m talking about! She was hysterically funny describing how you agonise into the things (they’re tighter than a wetsuit for goodness sake). And then, of course, she described that the roly-poly bits have to go somewhere, so it all pops out above your belly and at your knees making you look like rolled pork.
It’s amazing how we always try our best to hide what we don’t like about ourselves. We cover our bellies up in slimming panties. We wear the frumpy skirt that covers our bumpy bum. We hide the fact that we’re going through a divorce because we’re afraid that it makes us look weak and vulnerable. We hide the scar that is a symbol of our strength and survival. We’re sketchy about what we do because we think people will judge us.
High Heelers, did you know that our imperfections work in so many ways to make us better people? They give us direction and show us what to work on. They challenge us to try harder when it’s really hard. And they make us accept ourselves for who we are. My boss, Natalie Maroun is the biggest perfectionist I’ve ever met. In fact, she’s a perfectionista! But she’s always the first person to put up her hand when she’s not been able to do her best (which is usually of no fault of her own) and admits that improvement is needed.
If you’re ashamed of anything about yourself, you have to fix it. You can’t keep hiding things about yourself, as they will hold you back. It’s pointless me finding a dress that hides my wobbly bits, I’d rather have a dress that fits the shape of who I am. Which means it’s up to me to get the shape of what I look like, right. That’s the honest, painful truth.
Change the imperfections that you can. Start this week. And accept the things you can’t. Remember, our imperfections make us real. Our imperfections make us imperfectly perfect.
Have a great week High Heelers.
Cheers,
Jo
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