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My Body Gallery for the win

95% of non-eating disordered women overestimate the size of their hips by 16% and their waists by 25%, yet the same women were able to correctly estimate the width of a box, according to a study cited on My Body Gallery.

Amber shared this site (My Body Gallery) with me and I absolutely LOVE it. Basically, you plug in your height, weight and clothing sizes and the site shows you pictures of other women with the same measurements. It’s a great way to see just how “normal” you actually are. Despite the fact that it’s old news at this point, it’s no less true that girls and women are influenced by magazines and celebrities.

After moving to New York City I noticed a level of skinny-conscious thinking that I hadn’t seen since the binge eating girls in college who balanced their calories according to their drinking schedule. Sites like this one, as well as the Dove and Nike campaigns, are a healthy reality check for our women who are unsure, upset or just plain misunderstood about the way they look.

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“Nothing has turned out as we expected! It never does. Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it’s no worse than it is.”

This quote is from Gone With the Wind (taken via Karishma). I wish I practiced this approach of looking at life: knowing that plans can be helpful, but accepting when they aren’t followed exactly; remembering that as inconvenienced or frustrated as I may be at the moment, it could still be a lot worse. But… I don’t.

Last night I was twenty minutes into the four hour drive home from my boyfriend’s apartment when our car broke down on the highway. Major inconvenience. It was 7:00 on a Sunday (Mother’s Day Sunday!) and no repair shops were open. Fortunately we had AAA and got a tow truck out within the hour but we still had no clue what to do. Do we rent a car and come back later in the week to pick up ours? I have work Monday morning… we just had a talk about the importance of putting in hours and showing face.. how bad will it look if I don’t show up?

Tons of questions ran irritatingly through my mind. I was tired, it was cold, why us? But then I remembered the four hour drive to my boyfriend’s apartment just a few days earlier… we saw a car completely turned upside down on the highway with at least six emergency vehicles trying to pull a person out from inside it. That’s when I realized it could be worse.

Sure, we were inconvenienced. And yeah, I was going to feel guilty and frustrated about not making it into work the next day. But still… it could be worse.

I wish I could have that thinking more often. And I think if we could all have a little perspective and make a conscious effort to follow this mantra from Gone With the Wind, we might see our stress levels fall and our appreciation for our own lives go up.