my body isn’t perfect. you wonder how many us say that to ourselves, day in, day out or how many of us are hard on ourselves about our imperfections. whether its a wrinkle, a dimple, a stretch mark, being tall or short, thin or full-figured. no one has a perfect body and i think subconsciously we all recognize that and are aware of it but accepting it can be quite hard. embracing imperfection is challenging. we want to look good so we can feel good but we all have a different definition of what makes us look good and how it makes us feel good. we are exposed to so many ‘perfect’ bodies thru the media and its representation of what an ideal body is supposed to be. but when so much of what we see isn’t real, how are we supposed to know what is perfect and what isn’t?
i’ve had stretched marks since i was 12 years old. i’m 35 now and they have definitely multiplied. my weight has fluctuated for most of my adulthood, having gained and lost various amounts of weight. with that comes the stretch marks, old and new, leaving their imprint on my body as a way to remind me that i am in fact imperfect. or rather, that’s what I thought. maybe, instead of feeling as though they’re an imperfect reminder of the trials my body goes thru, i can embrace them as a fact that my body, with all its imperfection, is resilient and strong in its ability. as a woman, my body endures and will endure so much more than it has in its 35 year young self that being hard on it, is doing it an injustice. society will tell me to be hard on it either way so as the one inhabiting this body for its lifetime, i don’t need to be hard on it. i need to embrace it and love it and treat it like the temple of imperfection that it is because i have lived in this body for 35 years and am the fortunate one that continues to live in it.
even with embracing my imperfections, i still want to care for my body the best way that i can. whether by eating healthier options, by being active or by caring for my skin; helping it stay strong and resilient is important. i’ve definitely been self-cautious about my stretch marks at different intervals of my life, not wanting to wear certain pieces of clothing or covering up some parts to hide them. accepting them as a part of who i am has taken a very long time. most recently, its gotten a bit easier once i started using Bio Oil.
i’d heard about Bio Oil from many of my pregnant girlfriends giving it rave reviews on how it minimizes the appearance of stretch marks, even in some cases, preventing them from being visible before they even start. what I didn’t know was it’s more than just a stretch mark cream. while it worked wonders of my stretch marks, definitely minimizing their appearance, it also helped with a scar i had on my hand (from a toaster oven *deserves an eye roll*), improved the appearance of my cuticles (that i do no care for the way they should be cared for) and one night, I used it as the only product on my face before bed and was pleasantly surprised by how my skin felt.
while embracing my imperfections has taken a long time to accept, and I still have days where I dislike the way I look or how I feel, I am learning every day to love myself, imperfections and all.