I wanted to make a phenomenal post today in honor of International Women’s Day. I thought about all the women worldwide doing amazing things, many of whom are going against the rules and customs of their cultures. We should celebrate these women every day, not just on March 8th. Women like Muzoon Almellehan, a Syrian refugee and outspoken advocate for girls’ education and against child marriage. Or Marah Zahalka, a Palestinian woman who is also one of the Speed Sisters despite being from the community of Jenin, where motor racing is only for men.
I could go on and on for pages about the incredible women in this world. The point is that these women shouldn’t only be recognized today. None of us should only be recognized or celebrated today. Women are amazing. We carry human beings inside of us, and we push human beings out of our vaginas. I know so many women who work full-time jobs, further their education, and raise a family simultaneously, all while carrying themselves with grace as if they aren’t going absolutely fucking insane. Women are badass multitaskers. #WomenAre
Celebrating Me
Today, my post is about celebrating myself. I bought three pairs of new jeans because I’m tired of being uncomfortable. Also, I ripped the ass out of my favorite pair of KanCan’s. #RIP. As I age, eat an appropriate amount of food, and work out, my thighs and butt grow…and grow some more…but my jeans do not accommodate this growth. Of course, I could go back to running 8 miles every weekday and 10+ on Saturdays while keeping my calorie count at around 1350 to continue fitting in my clothes, but that’s also how I ended up hurt on more than one occasion.
Today, on International Women’s Day 2022, I celebrate my body at its current size. I celebrate every curve, lump, and bump, my wide birthing hips that will probably never actually birth a child and my man shoulders that make wearing anything other than athletic shirts and t-shirts incredibly difficult. I celebrate myself because I am exactly where I need to be at this moment. Of course, I have room to grow, but I’m grateful for where I am today and how far I’ve come. A little over a week ago, I had a panic attack in a restaurant over built-up frustration (and period hormones) that my jeans didn’t fit comfortably. So today, I bought new jeans that don’t make me feel like a bloated whale.
Challenge Time
My challenge this week is to say goodbye to things that don’t fit your body and then sit in the suck for a bit because it will hurt. Afterward, get out there and buy pants that fit! Take a friend to pump you up and tell you you’re fucking hot (you are, by the way). Stop trying to shrink your body into things that don’t fit you because you feel that that’s what you’re supposed to do. If you must live in a constant state of hangry to be a specific size, you aren’t meant to be that size!!
I’m going to backlink you momentarily to my post about gut health. Under the header “The Link,” I tell you to look up research by Dr. Julie Holland. Let me reiterate – she is phenomenal, and her books are hard to put down! Moody Bitches is my fav. She tells you the science behind why at 30, your body should not look the same way it did at 20 and assures you that it’s okay!
I want you to send me your photos or post them on Insta tagging me – @Dr.Sam.Dean. In the meantime, check out this pair of dark denim jeans I instantly fell in love with! I paired it with a lovely low-cut crop top so you can fully appreciate my shoulder width and stomach rolls. Don’t mind the hair.
Peace out, beautiful women (as well as men and non-binary humans reading this). Until next time.
Sam
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