Our society tells us that we are supposed to have flat toned stomachs that showcase some serious Gwen Stefani type abs, but that’s not reality. At least, it’s not my reality. Gwen puts a lot of time and effort into achieving her sculpted belly. I, on the other hand, put my time and effort into eating, reading and binge watching Netflix, none of which have helped me gain washboard abs. Who knew you had to actually work for those? So instead of mimicking Gwen’s flat stomach, mine seems to prefer impersonating the Pillsbury Dough Boy. It’s soft, round and the perfect giggle inducing spot.
Over the years, the size of my stomach and waistline have fluctuated decorating my belly with an array of stretch marks. They span across the sides of my waistline and down into my hips ornamenting my body with a constant reminder of the changes it has endured. Initially, these marks, in addition to the roundness of my stomach, filled me with a sense of insecurity and a constant need to hide my belly. I wore baggy t-shirts when I went to beach, skillfully learned to wrap my arms around my stomach when I was seated and never got the belly button piercing that I so desired. Eventually, the stretch marks faded from my mind. Most days I don’t even remember that they are there. I call that progress (or selective memory).
Now a days, I’m also becoming more indifferent to my stomach. I may want it to be a little flatter or for it to look better in a swimsuit, but ultimately it has more important functions. It’s a comfy pillow for Troy and the pups to snooze on when they’re tired. It helps breakdown all the delicious food that I consume in order for my body to gain nutrients. It houses some pretty important organs. And it allows me to enjoy hula hooping, even if I can only keep the hoop up for a few seconds.
How do you feel about your stomach? Is there anything you would like to change about it?