Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The gym at my apartment complex was unusually crowded tonight. Elliptical-ing next to me was a chubby boy who looked to be about fifteen years old. I didn't think anything of this until he began panting, hard, and muttering to himself. I feel like the gym is sort of like a crowded urinal: do not look, mind your own business. I couldn't help but realize, though, after a few moments, that he was berating himself, perhaps as some mode of motivation.
"You're so fat," he said, out of breath. "You're so stupid. Ugh."
I don't subscribe to the Jillian Michaels theory of "motivation"; I don't think anything good could come of being hateful toward oneself in the name of fitness, skinniness, whatever. I think this world needs a lot more love and acceptance in it, and it starts with ourselves. With that kind of support, we can do anything. We can change the world, even.
Basically I just wanted to ask you all to call a truce with your bodies. We all have moments when we find the way we look disagreeable. There are parts we don't like. There are parts we wish we smaller or bigger or tighter or just different, but it's beautiful and perfectly okay to be imperfect. We are all beautiful in our own ways, and it's time to stop treating ourselves like we aren't. Your body doesn't need to be punished. You don't need to be punished. So call a truce. Decide that it stops now: you can do that, you know. Write a peace treaty, effective immediately. Do it for you and for everyone you love and for everyone that hasn't realized they can do it yet.