Leslie at The Weighting Game recently posted a Body Image Mad Lib from The Joy Project. Here is mine!
IF I LOVED MY OWN BODY
If I woke up one morning suddenly adoring my body, the first thing I’d do is complete an Ironman Triathlon. I’d allow myself to eat chocolate cake when I felt like it because I’d know that moderation, not deprivation or overindulgence, is the healthiest way to go. I’d exercise to have fun and keep my body healthy, (rather than lose five more pounds, or to work off last night’s dessert, or this morning’s binge), so I’d stop running and start swimming instead. I’d finally be fearless enough to Join Team Z, and I wouldn’t feel self-conscious or bad about it, and anyone who would look down on me is just a bitch anyway.
I’d burn all of my sweatpants and wear a running skirt and sexy shoes to improv class. I’d go to Tara’s or even Eddie Vedder’s house without even looking in the mirror! I’d even go get my oil changed without a shred of self-consciousness. Or I’d go out to a party and spend more time singing than obsessing about the French onion dip or clinging to the wall feeling insecure. I might even go skinny dipping.
In fact, if I focused more on my body’s awe-inspiring ability to finish the Marine Corp Marathon rather than on how I look, I’d probably start calling myself Captain Kick Ass. Plus, with all the money I’d save not buying Medifast, I’d have extra cash to put toward buying a road bike. One thing is for sure: I wouldn’t give a hoot if my boobs started to sag, because I would be too busy toasting my ability to see the good in everything!
I found this to be kind of eye opening. I love the thought of thinking anyone that looks down on me for joining an exercise group is just an a**hole to begin with. And in the end, I’m actually not friends with a**holes, so what the hell am I worrying about?
Captain Kick Ass
My Mom sent me an email last month with photographs of some of her latest paintings. This one really struck my fancy.
To me, it perfectly embodies my Mother.. She is passionate about her garden, her birds, and painting. When I was growing up, she always did abstract paintings. Abstract at the time was not my favorite style. I preferred realistic paintings…ones that appeared more like photographs. But over time, this style has grown on me! I asked her if I could have this painting. Of course she said I could! She sent me the following descriptions about the process of developing this painting.
Up here (Scottsboro, AL), they have hydrangeas that are white and they call them Annabelles. I started this painting on site at the home of Nancy Bradford. She has the most beautiful yard I have ever seen. The painting was finished 2 weeks later while I worked from photos taken on the 2 days I worked on site. This is the finished “Annabelles” painting.
These are the color mixes that remained on my palette by the end of the “Annabelles”. I used the leftover paints to do a fantasy style painting in the style of Marc Chagall.
I looked at my blue birdbath and then free painted without drawing a plan. I only added a spot of black to add dramatic contrasts. I painted the translucent bird on the right and then I laughed and remembered something the TV painter Bob Ross always did in his paintings. He would never paint a single tree alone. He said it was lonely, so he always added “a little friend tree”. That is why I added the bird on the left.
That is how I ended up with my “Marc Chagall that got Bob Rossed”. This is the one painting Alaina wants; it makes her very happy to look at it. It isn’t meant to look real but it meant to give the feeling of the density of color and life in a July flower garden.