brutal

So [as I said] I bought new swimmers recently. I really like swimmers shopping: it reminds me of summer [summer!] and I love the colours and the fabrics. To me, it feels like a treat.

Anyway. There I was, in the change rooms, when I heard a woman next door speaking about her body, to the lovely lady who worked in the shop.

She was being brutal: saying things about herself that were almost breathtakingly mean. It hurt my heart to hear it.

I wanted to run in there and say something, I don’t even know what. I just wanted her to stop hating herself so much and so vocally. But of course, I didn’t.

Instead, I looked in the mirror at my own beautiful [a.little.bit.crinkled.from.delicious.babies] body and sent myself a big dose of love.

Tags: body, courage, happiness