Thursday, 22 January 2015

Let's. Just. Stop

Today I drove past a young girl. She was probably around 10, just verging on chubby, with long, blonde, slightly-damp hair. She was happily running down Orange Street without a care in the world, wearing nothing but a swimming costume, a snorkel and goggles. And you know what my second thought was? (My first thought was, 'Where the hell are her SHOES?!' but that's another post entirely.) 'What a great age to be, oblivious of the body issues that are undoubtedly going to plague her in years to come. I hope that nobody ruins that bubble for her yet. I wish that I could just run down the street in my swimming costume, but society wouldn't accept that from anybody bigger than a size 0 unless they're under the age of 10. I guess that's why seeing her in her cozzie is cute, whereas if I saw a chunky woman in a bikini right now, I'd probably think that she really shouldn't walk down the street like that. Wow, that's really shocking.' Yes, that all started as one thought: welcome to my cluttered mind!

So what does this all mean? That we should all start walking down the street in our bikinis and trunks (Speedos are absolutely NOT permitted)? Not quite. But maybe we should all try a bit of positive image reinforcement, starting with ourselves. I'm the worst culprit: gazing into the mirror, sucking bits in and sticking others out, tensing, flexing, squeezing, poking and, eventually, sighing and covering myself up with a towel. It's exhausting, isn't it? So let's. Just. Stop. When you next find yourself scrutinising your body, just. Stop. We're beautiful, we just all need to start believing it. 

Here, some body-loving inspiration from ads published in the 1930s-1960s. (Please just try to ignore the sexism and lack of multicultural representation in them!)

And look, I even found one for men!

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Happy New Year

It's already two weeks into 2015 and so far all that I've achieved of my new year's resolution to get fit is one kung fu class and a run (which I didn't finish), to be more organised is getting a diary and a desk planner (which I keep on having to remind myself to write in) and to eat healthier is eating more salad (which, more often than not, is accompanied by some form of carb). Instagram that bitches. But here's an all-round resolution I'd like to work on:


Over the break, I spent a lot of time watching Australian reality TV and one thing that really struck me is how annoyingly perky and optimistic and energetic and positive and smiley and enthusiastic Australians are! Despite the pessimist in me dying a little bit inside, I've decided to try and adopt a better attitude this year, even when my screed doesn't set and needs to be re-laid the day before room reveal. (I watched a lot of The Block, in case you couldn't tell.) Bottom line: smile more, frown less and try to say yes to everything. Well, not everything. I mean, if someone asks me to be a drug mule or pimp daddy,  I'm not exactly going to say yes straight away, but the point is, life is what happens when you're sitting on your couch. Or something else profound like that. Happy 2015!