I’ve been meaning to write a post for a long time about loving your body for what it can do and not for what it looks like, but I’ve struggled to put my thoughts and feelings into words. Luckily, I’ve recently been introduced to Glennon Doyle Melton and her genius blog “Momastery,” and it appears that today she’s done it for me.
I love her use of a paintbrush and canvas as a metaphor for our bodies and our lives. Personally, I’ve struggled lately with being ashamed of how skinny my paintbrush is. As the heat of another Carolina summer threatens to suffocate me, I find I want to wear less and less clothing. Yet this conflicts with my desire to hide my paintbrush at all costs. Some days I’d rather just stare at the blank canvas than risk taking out my paintbrush for others to judge.
I hate that. I don’t want to hide. I want to paint!
And paint I shall. I suppose I’ve started with this blog — sharing my story with others and opening up my insides for the world to see. I’m not sure how many people actually read what I write here, but I kind of like it that way. I just like that I’m willing to continually put myself out there in all my messy glory.
So please forgive me for copping out today and just directing you to someone else’s blog, but sometimes I find I really can’t say things any better than someone else already has. And if you’re not already familiar with Glennon, definitely check her out — I can’t say enough good things about her book, Carry on Warrior, and her TEDx talk, Lessons from the Mental Hospital.
After you’ve done that, get all the paint you can find, take out your paintbrush, and make Jackson Pollock proud.