In High School we had this horrible thing called a pound book, named for its weight. A large binder full of lined notebook paper, one page for every person in the class.
Across the top of each page, the name of a student, and below that, hand written anonymous messages about the student whose name graced the top of the page.
The book made its way around the entire school. As soon as it was your turn, you scrambled to find your name, to see what was written about you.
Some was good. Most was bad.
Fat. Easy. Bitch. Skank. Fag. Whale. Cheater. Retard. Whore.
How on earth could any of those hateful words define the life of a young person?
And how on earth could any of us think that those words could define our lives now?
Some days, I still hear those things in my head when I look in the mirror. Only, they aren’t coming from others. They’re coming from myself.
I’ve become my toughest critic. I’ve become my own pound book.
And, it ends here.
Last week, we took a very hard first step in a new initiative we are calling, Project Real. We got real about our real weight. And, it was freeing. Scary? Yes. But, freeing none the less.
This week, we are getting real about the flaws we see in ourselves. All the tings we can’t look past, causing us to miss out on all the things that make us absolutely gorgeous.
Gone are the days of the hateful Pound Book, at Curvy Girl Guide, we’ve got ourselves a Boost Book.
An amazing place where you can upload a photo of yourself, and tell us what you see. Then you can sit back, and let the us tell you all the beautiful parts of yourself you don’t see.
My husband took this shot, in an attempt to finally allow myself in front of the camera on a family vacation. I want to love everything about this picture of my daughter and I, but, I hate it. It is a picture that almost brings me to tears. This moment was so happy and memorable in mind, but when I see this picture, I can’t bring myself to look past the back fat, how could he not have told me it was just hanging out like that? Or, the way my saggy chest creases, how huge arms are, or how I am so afraid to smile as big as I want to in that moment, because my greatest photogenic anxiety is my double chin.
What is wrong with me?
I should think more of myself than I do, and you should, too.
We’d love for you to join us in putting the end to self criticism and rediscovering all the beauty we may be missing.
Join the movement!
Click here and upload your photo to our Boost Book Flickr Group, let us know what you see when you look at yourself. And while you are there, take a moment to comment on the photos of other brave women. Remind them of all the reasons they are gorgeous, worthy and hot as hell!