So This happened: I had a girlfriend, 6 or 12 months past adding airbags to the front of her body, ask me when I was going to get a boob job. Seriously, they are airbags. I know it may sound judgmental and I should use the term breast augmentation, but she told me more air could be added if they weren’t big enough.
Let’s get back to her question. Well, first I need to state I thought she looked great and had a rocking hard body before she ever had the surgery. At some stage in the conversation I must have expressed my wonder at her decision. The answer was kind of surprising. She said her husband was a boob guy.
Okaaaaaay, lots of questions here. Didn’t her guy accept the woman he had married 10 years earlier? Why would you marry a guy who didn’t accept you for who you are? Did he tell you this before you walked down the aisle? Why does Adam Levine get to strip down to his hip bones for a Super Bowl show and not get pulled off stage? Oh, oops. That’s a question for another day.
I digress: her question: ‘When was I going to add a set of fun bags to my body?’ Uh, never. No, no, never ever.
My family might agree my motto should be “I may not always be right, but I’m never in doubt.” I guess that has to do with self-confidence and an outgoing personality. Or maybe what number I am on the Ennegram scale? However, being confident doesn’t mean I don’t second guess my opinions and self beliefs.
My response to her question was this, “I’m pretty happy with the body God gave me.” Mike drop. It shut the conversation down. I am not necessarily proud of that. And, I’m not sure at the time if I truly meant it. However, I did know my 5 foot almost 2 inch frame needs vertical help way more than my frontal plane needs enhancing. And isn’t help from Victoria’s Secret WAY better than a knife?
So here is the real question: In an American world of women where things are airbrushed and filtered, everything can be fixed or altered and we aren’t allowed to age or look pregnant even if we aren’t, isn’t hard to accept we are OK just they way we are?
You are OK just the way you are.
I am OK just the way I am. Even if I still wear my platforms from the 70’s.
I want to be me when I walk in the room and I don’t want to feel bad about it.” Havilah Cunningham, author, pastor, podcaster