Jenn over at There is a Season posted yesterday about an assignment she'd been given to find ten things she loved about her body. She wrote her ten, then extended that challenge to her readers. Given that it is a challenging challenge for those of us who are, you know, female, I decided to take it on. I challenge you to do the same.
1. My eyes. They are my mom's.
2. My nose. It's my dad's.
3. My butt. I don't have much of one yet, but what is there is 100% pure hard work.
4. My shoulders. Also from my dad (like my naturally flat butt) and I also haven't always been a fan of them. See, they work perfectly fine on a man, but are a little bit linebackery on a girl. But now, as a result of the aforementioned hard work, they're getting pretty toned. Which has helped me make my peace with them.
5. My biceps. They've also come a long way, enabling me to teach an object lesson in logical fallacies to a student who believed that she must be stronger than me because she's younger and would not be convinced otherwise. So I arm-wrestled her. Both arms, both solid wins for me. Sadly, it didn't seem to make much impact on her reasoning abilities, since she continued to be dumbfounded by losing to me. In part, because "But...I have a treadmill!"
(Note to triceps: I am coming for you next.)
6. My neck. It's decently long, but not giraffe-like or anything.
7. My bendy joints. I may not have natural athleticism, but at least I've got innate flexibility going for me. I'm particularly proud of my knees for having only complained about the running when I've gone over ten miles and even then only mildly for a day or two.
8. My health. This feels a little bit like cheating, but it really is something that I love about my body. I tend to take it for granted that I don't have any real health problems and my body is able to do pretty much everything I ask it to, until I'm reminded that not everybody gets that luxury.
9. My pointy chin. I like having a pentagonal face. Don't put me in your Haircuts for Your Face Shape! box, women's magazines!
10. My calves. I can't say I ever particularly hated them, but they've come a long way in this running party as well. I don't even care whether they don't fit into not-stretchy boots because I know that they're big from muscle.
(Note to thighs: You've gotten...better. We'll keep at it, but if you could try, this one year, not to totally refuse to tan in any way, that would help matters.)
Now you. In the comments or on your own blog and leave us the link. It's not easy, but seems like it's probably worthwhile to help us all cut our bodies a break and even appreciate them a little.