Once upon a time I was 23 years old with a 23 inch waistline.
“That ship has sailed!”
So every magazine I pick up tells me to lose weight, buy clothes to look slimmer, exercise more, act younger, appear more beautiful, drive my husband wild with desire, and alter my sewing patterns. Oh, and here is a brand new recipe for Chocolate, marshmallow, caramel, whipped cream, cheese cake………………………..
Even here at Threads we obsess over fitting our individual bodies into standardized patterns. We lament that we don’t look like the picture on the pattern envelope. We wonder what is WRONG with our figures?????
Nothing is wrong with our figures!
Much is wrong with our perception of what a real live woman must look like!
I am a bigger woman (in every sense of the word) than I was at 23. I’ve birthed babies, and buried parents. I’ve done with out and had more than I need. I’ve cooked for 40, and eaten a meatloaf sandwich, over the sink, home all alone. I’ve worked to a point, well past exhaustion, and I’ve languished in bed, well past noon! I’m stronger and braver, more understanding, wiser, and kinder than that silly little 23 year old with her perfect waistline.
I’ll bet you are too!