Yesterday, I had to go for a bridesmaid dress fitting.  I’m not sure how many of our readers have ever had to do this, but essentially, you have to stand with your arms straight out and they take all sorts of measurements before declaring that you need a size that is anywhere from 2-3 sizes larger than you normally wear.  For some bizarre reason, on what is supposed to be a happy occasion, you are made to feel like a giant because bridal sizes are completely insane.  So, for someone who isn’t feeling too terrific about their body lately, this wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time.  I tried the usual “it’s just an arbitrary number,” and “the number doesn’t matter,” platitudes and I was still pretty down on myself.

I think that men and women alike struggle with body image.  We’re taught and surrounded by beauty standards that we may or may not ever meet.  So, how the heck do you turn it around?  For me, it comes down to GRATITUDE.  When I thought about what I was GRATEFUL for in this body of mine, I stopped focusing on what I felt negatively about.

So, what is there to like about this body of mine? I am grateful for my legs that are strong enough to let me walk, jump, run, ski (and hike a snowy mountain to go where no chair lift will take me), ice skate, play volleyball and so much more.

Oprah Thanksgiving for body

I’m grateful for my hands, that allow me to communicate in sign language with my mother as nimbly as they can create art.  I am grateful for my eyes, which allow me to see that which I cannot hear. I am grateful for my voice, so that I can speak up for and express myself and give a voice to those who cannot do it themselves.  I am grateful for my mind, which governs this body of mine, sometimes making mistakes along the way, but always learning. Most of all, I am grateful for the life I live.  It is a gift.  I am extremely fortunate and I strive to be mindful of that every single day to be positive.