August 28, 2015
Recently someone posted a picture of me on Facebook that “I” felt was very unflattering. The picture was taken of me going all out in a 250 meter sprint on a rowing machine. The photo not only caught my intensity, it also caught my belly.
It was Saturday night and I was sitting on the couch with my fourteen-year-old nephew and when this picture popped up my initial reaction was: OH SHIT!
“HOW THE HELL DO I UNTAG MYSELF?!”
My nephew, hearing this, looked at me and said, “Aunt Jenny: Don’t you tell everyone you have to OWN IT and LOVE the body you have?”
The kid was 100% right.
Because in real life, there are NO filters, there is NO photoshop. There are just real people.
Some days, you are going to feel amazing- power stance- hell yeah- I look INCREDIBLE in my swimsuit and some days you are going to feel bloated, slow, crabby and someone is going to snap a bad angle of you.
If we are willing to post pictures of ourselves at our best, than we’ve got to own it when something pops up that triggers our insecurities. Truly accepting your body means, you accept and celebrate yourself at your best and– even more importantly– when you’re not at your best.
I believe people really see and feel when another person is confident, no matter how much they weigh or what angle their picture is taken from. Our confidence grows when we accept the good days and the bad days and just roll with them. It’s all about not dwelling on the days when we’re not “selfie” ready.
My whole philosophy and what I believe and teach my clients, is this: you have to respect and love the person you see in the mirror in all your glory and all your flaws everyday.
So I looked again at that picture of myself. This was a picture of me being active and doing something that makes me feel strong, clear-headed, and crazy happy.
At the moment the picture was taken, I was totally in the moment and LOVING IT.
My friend Shem, who took and posted the picture (and who got a text from me that said, simply #WTF?) told me that he had posted this particular shot of me because he loved how buff my arms looked. #Mindblown. Belly? What Belly? He hadn’t even noticed.
We don’t always see what other people see yet we are always the first ones to tear ourselves apart and be our own biggest bully.
So here’s to my nephew and my friend Shem for helping me get my mind right: it doesn’t matter if someone posts a picture of me rocking a bikini or going all out in the gym—it’s all good, because it’s all me. The real, unfiltered, unphotoshopped, totally awesome me.
There was no way I’d untag this photo. Instead, I’m posting it!