How Scale Tells Us All Lies About Our Body

The Scale. . .

I stepped on the scale this morning and didn’t like the number.  Have you ever had that happen? I started going through my rolodex of responses: frustration, annoyance, self-doubt, etc.  We have all been there.

I thought, “This could really turn today into a bad day. It seems that it is already going down the tubes.”  I could feel myself going down that all too familiar spiral. But I stopped myself before I got too much momentum. And thought, “OK, instead of feeling like shit and crumpling up into a ball, I am going to rock today no matter how much I weigh.”

I went upstairs and took a shower.  Had a luxurious shower, blow dried my hair, and put on some make up.  Then decided that I was going to dress for my body-type and put her into something that she will look amazing in. . .

That really got me feeling better. I looked in the bathroom mirror and thought to myself, “I have a cute little body.”  Believe me I have not had that thought in a long time. But by having that one thought I realized how much the scale lies to us.

The Female Body Fluctuates

I looked thinner than I did a few days ago.  And yet I weighed more?  How does that happen? Have I put on muscle?  Or did I have a heavier dinner last night? Or am I in a different place in my cycle?I have always felt that this was a cop out.  People just say muscle weighs more to make them feel better.  Or they are “PMSing” so it gives them a license to eat whatever they want because “their body wants it.”

But there are so many different things that go into weight.  Most of which we cannot control.  Just like we cannot control our height.

I wouldn’t ever think that if I just did one thing differently each day then I would be taller.  No, I know that ship has sailed and it would be a waste of my time. I am destined to be 5’3 for the rest of my life.

Weight Control?

The thought that we can control our weight is fleeting.  We can control it to a degree, but not as much as we might think.  And that little snippet of power makes us think we are totally responsible for our body shape.
I am here to tell you that is not the case.

If I tried to lose 20 pounds, which would actually still be a healthy BMI, I can guarantee you that I would lose my period.  My hormones would be on the floor and I would look sickly.

ALL bodies are different.

We have got to treat them as such.  (That sentence is actually as much for my benefit as yours.)  Each day I have got to remind myself that my body is the way it is.  Now, I know if I change a few things my stomach will get flatter, but I will never have a thigh gap.  Not in this lifetime.  When I was anorexic I didn’t have a thigh gap.  It won’t happen for me.  And I don’t want it to happen for me, anymore.  I have let that one go.

With the help of my dresses and skirts I have been able to be more confident in my shape.  I have muscular legs and a big round muscular butt that do not fit into pants very well.  That has always been a struggle for me, and for a long time I despised my body for it.

But walking down the street in my cute skirt and boots I had an inspired conversation with myself.

Jeans or Genes?

The conventional women’s jeans are not my thing and for that matter not many women’s thing.

Have you ever notice a woman’s body? Come on, we are all friends here, of course you have! Have you noticed that not many women have the exact curves in the same exact places? I know there are very few women, if any, that have my legs and my curves exactly in the same spot.

Ladies, jeans originally were made for men!

Have you looked inside a pair of men’s jeans? (OK without him in them.)  It gives 2 measurements, a waist measure and a leg measure.  Since men are mostly straight up and down, this would make sense.

First Off….

First of all it, wouldn’t it be nice to have some method to the size madness we women have come to know and despise?  Why is it that men have actual inches to go along with their jeans and we have an ambiguous 10, or 8, or even 00?

What does that even mean?

Well, I can tell you that it changes depending on the brand, even just the style!

Secondly….

Second of all, women are curvy! We are curvy in different ways and in different places.  How are we expected to fit into a pair of jeans that have a random number associated with the size? That sounds like madness to me. And it has driven me mad.  Because along with the number on the scale, the number on the inside of my jeans was of the utmost importance to me.  To be honest with you, I would rather have a smaller number on the inside of my jeans than a smaller number on the scale.

There is a specific size of pants that I would never let myself go above. If I did find jeans that were above that number and fit amazingly I wouldn’t buy them, just because of that ambiguous number. I am sure that I am not the only one out there who feels this way.

So, I am taking a stand.

My Proposition

I am going pants-less for a week to see how it feels.  I am going to wear clothes that flatter my body and make me feel beautiful no matter what.  Who is with me in this journey? I am stepping out and saying “NO” to beating myself up over NUMBERS.  Numbers that we only are emotionally attached to because society says we should be. I am saying “NO” to having a bad day because the scale tells me so.

I am not going down that road again because it is holding me back from truly allowing my light to shine. Please, the world needs you and your light, and if you feel the societal pressures to shrink yourself, you are not alone.  Make a decision today to put on an outfit that makes you happiest and know that your body is the best thing that you will ever have.  Because after all is said and done, your body is the only body you will have for the rest of your life, there are no trade-ins.

Why not show her some grace?

Gratefully,

Megan P^2