Have you ever wondered about how we as women, are hardwired to be self depreciating about our own selves? That with every fraction of appreciation we give ourselves, we can’t help but take ten steps back and hastily cover it up with oh-but-I-cant-wear-this-for-squat or I-may-be-good-at-this-but-I-will-probably-suck-ass-at-what-so-and-so
-are-doing and comfortably sink into our usual cycle of self-belittlement?
So, when I chanced upon this interesting mission professed by feministe, I wanted to partake in it too.
And I want all of you to join in as well. Yes. All of you. Women and men.
What is this mission, you ask?
List five things you love about your body and yourself. It can be more, but five is a good number to begin with (I second feministe on this).
1. I love the fact that I’m tall. I was teased constantly for being way taller than my classmates through preschool and middle school and I hated growing up faster than almost anyone else in my class, but as I grew older…I realized that towering over other people actually felt pretty good. Heh.
2. I am a fantastic cook and a closet foodie (several people will vouch for this). I can cook almost anything, from Italian to South Indian (Andhra cooking being a particular favorite) to North Indian to Mediterranean (Greek, Aegean to be precise) to Indian Chinese to Thai. And nobody taught me. I taught myself cooking when I was in my freshman year at my university. I never used cookbooks either. My unflagging adoration for all-things-related-to-the-kitchen was a result of being completely taken in by my cook’s adeptness and her utter grace as she went about preparing our daily meal while I was growing up in India. I would just sit there in the corner of our kitchen, taking in every effortless action of hers as she bustled about, and it dawned on me that watching her cook all those years made me extremely knowledgeable and utterly at ease in the kitchen when *I* was faced with the task of cooking my first meal. I still remember the first time I cooked. It was as if I was on autopilot, I knew exactly what I had to do.
3. I have great hair. It’s very straight and long, with almost no frizz and I really don’t have to depend on a ton of product to make it look good. It just does.
4. I can out-argue almost anyone I know. Not by raising my voice but by actually out-facting the other person. I read a ton and I’ve seen and been through (and still do see) way more shit than most of you can ever imagine so you better think twice before taking an ignorant or a pretentious stance on issues, at least in front of me.
5. I like my temperament. Yes. You heard me, my temperament. I have mellowed down a lot over the years, partly due to above mentioned-'tons of shit' and partly due to a much heightened sense of detecting bull crap a mile away before it hits me. And that’s why the various trolls, gnomes, wannabe/fake psycho analyzers who frequent my blog never (almost) upset me. They amuse me and make me laugh, but that’s pretty much it. And thanks to this temperament, I give people a long rope. I may laugh at you, act all incredulous or use a ton of sarcasm, but you will never see me blithering, angry, incoherent, or foaming at the mouth.
So take your best shot.
Five points or more about how you love your body or yourself or both without being self-deprecatory.
The comments box is yours.