Hey, I need to follow my own advice. I’m sometimes horrible to myself, and I’m on the more confident end of the confidence spectrum. I’d be lying if I said I don’t stand in front of the mirror and kinda turn, and assess what’s going on. More often than not though, I wink at myself, do a little dance, and conclude that I’m pretty boss.
But at yoga last week, the sweet, kind little teacher reminded us to “be kind to yourself. Be kind to everyone you meet.” And I was so glad she’d reminded me of that, because I can use a little help in this department.
One evening, earlier in the week, I taught an evening Zumba class. Two of my regulars, loyal faithfuls who keep me on track, were present, and totally ready to go. When the blonder of the two started.
“What’s wrong with these mirrors?”
“Girl I know!”
And the whole while, I’m standing there, completely puzzled. What were these two even talking about?
“The mirrors over here! They make you look bigger.”
They turned to me. Shit. What did I do?
“Except for her. They don’t ever make her look bigger. I been coming for over a year and I ain’t never seen her look any bigger.”
I was stunned. Let’s do the math. So, according to these women, the mirrors in the studio are selectively choosing folks to make look bigger? I don’t think so.
So ladies. And gents, really, I don’t discriminate. Be kind to yourself. Spend the next week choosing your words wisely. And the very second you’re tempted to poke at your tummy, frown at your skin, or pinch your butt, say something nice instead.