I was contacted by a brand new blogger, Dominique Silva, asking me to put the call out for her. Dom has created the blog A Body Revolution.
In her words:
I created this blog to help women learn to love themselves. … I hope that one day whether you are a size 2 or a size 22, whether your nose sticks out more than you think it should, whether your knees have scars, whether you believe your skin is too light or too dark, I hope that you will go out into the world with your head held high. Be confident and accept your body.
The Body Revolution is looking a wee bit empty because she is counting on us, dear readers, for her content.
Dom wants you to send her pictures of the parts of your body that you used to hate but have since come to accept, or even love. It can be something small (freckles, hair, fingernails), something big (belly, legs, back), or it can be your entire body. She’d also like a paragraph or two about why you used to hate it and how you came to love it. Please send your pictures and your stories to firstname.lastname@example.org.
I think this is a smashing idea and I’m jumping right on board. This is the picture and story I have sent in:
I hated my bottom for years. Growing up in a white coastal town – surrounded by thin, blonde, ample breasted surfer girls – it was obviously wrong. It stood, and continues to stand, between me and pants. I wished there was some way I could just cut it off and look like everyone else.
Until I started to like not looking like everyone else.
Now, I like how it curves so arrogantly. The way my bottom sticks out is unashamedly sexy. It’s intimidating. It’s indecent. My arse breaks hearts!
I love my bottom and will never again want it to look like everyone else’s. I love every glorious jiggling centimetre of it.
(Yes, they are stretch marks on my hip. And I love them too.)