So last night Rich and I were on my computer looking online for ideas for redecorating the boys’ room when a thumbnail photo of my last blog post popped up on the screen far off to the side, and Rich glanced at it and just about had a cow.
“What is THAT!!!” he said, pointing to the photo of the model.And right away I got defensive. To think that MY husband would dare think that a non-size six women isn’t beautiful enough to pose nude!
And so I said, “What do you mean ‘what is THAT’? It’s a blog post I put up about not having such focus on being skinny. She’s a beautiful woman.” and I sat there, ready to go off on him dare he say anything less than kind about the woman in the photo.
And so I said, “What do you mean ‘what is THAT’? It’s a blog post I put up about not having such focus on being skinny. She’s a beautiful woman.” and I sat there, ready to go off on him dare he say anything less than kind about the woman in the photo.
Instantly he relaxed and said, “Oh, good. For a second there I thought you put a nude photo of yourself on your blog.”
First thing out of my mouth, “I’m so sure! I’d never put up a nude photo of myself! You know me better than that!“ and then I got quiet for a second, as what he said sunk further into my brain…
“You really thought that was me? Honey…am I that big?”
“No, no, no…it’s just that her hair, you know….she resembles you just a bit. It’s the hair. And the fact that it’s YOUR blog, you know…so I just assumed–“
“You really thought that was me, didn’t you! And you wouldn’t think that was me if my body size wasn’t similar, so I must be that big. Honey, am I really that big?”
Anyway, my point to sharing this conversation is that it makes me realized just how deep the desire to be “a perfect size six” is embedded in our brains (well, my brain) and even though I completely agree that the woman in the photo is a beautiful woman regardless of her size, it was a knee-jerk reaction of mine to be absolutely mortified when my own husband thought he was looking at a photo of me. Why should that bother me? It’s like I’m thinking it’s okay for others to be beautiful in that size body, but it’s not okay for me. Well that’s rather hypocritical of me, don’t you think? But my mind goes there. I’m not proud of this, but yet there it is.
Did any of you, at first glance, think that was a photo of me? I’m not talking SIZE right now, but just face. Because if so, I’m flattered. Look at that hair – I would kill for thick hair like that!
Moving on to other things…
Today I packed lunches, school books and pencils, and we all got on our bikes and road to the park. The little ones played while I worked on school work with the older ones. I wish I had taken more photos but all I had with me was my iPhone.
A.J. working in his spelling book.
I love doing our school work in the park! The little ones play and aren’t always distracting us, which is our big hurdle with homeschooling. At home, no matter how many toys I get out for them, Andrew and Aria always manage to come back to the table where we are working. And they ask questions. And ask for food. And will just get attention in any way they can think of. But at the park? It’s not even a problem. They play in the sand, on the swings, on the slides… and hardly ever come to the picnic table where we are working. We get so much school work done – uninterrupted – at the parks!
No I didn’t think it was you because I got this pic on FB and I posted a few days prior. I’m not her size but I would love to look like her, she looks beautiful and confident
I just have to say I love your honesty in admitting you struggle a bit with him thinking that the pic was of you. When you said it’s like it’s ok for others to be beautiful in that size body but not you? How authentic!!
To me it reminds me to view myself with the eyes of others…not my own. We are often kinder to others than we are to ourselves.
:))
No I didn’t think it was you, the hair look similar but the face is different :).
This is my first time here so I can’t really answer your question about if this looks like you or not. I pinned this image awhile back and think it’s just beautiful. As a plus-size woman (well, I’ve been every size from 4-24) I am learning to love my body with all of its imperfections. It’s hard work to feel this way, but the media has created such unhealthy images of what “beauty” is, that we must fight back and see real beauty in people, not just their size. BTW, I’m your new follower. I homeschool too!
I really did think it was you when you first posted it. I thought you got some boudoir shots for Rich and for some ODD reason decided to share them on your blog:)
Truth be told, i didn’t notice the hair and face, what I noticed was hubba hubba! (old man for freaking Hot!)
Cranky Old Man