‘Cause you know what happens when you quit saying that crap about other women? You magically stop saying it about yourself so much, too.
I have a confession to make.
I'm a snarker. I judge other people almost constantly, based on what they are wearing, their weight, health, skin tone and teeth. I learned this at my mothers' knee, as my mother is certainly one of the most judgmental people I know. We used to sit together in coffee shops and pick out the people who were the worst dressed, whose clothes didn't fit, who had socks in their sandals, whatever. There I learned the important axioms of my mothers fashion bible:
Never mix pink and red, or other pastel versions of their true colours. (I think this is also true for any analogous colour schemes, in her book)
Never wear socks and sandals, ESPECIALLY Birkenstocks.
Don't wear tight fitting clothes if your stomach/ass/whatever isn't flat.
Don't be seen in public in sweatpants.
Shave your armpits and legs once a week, minimum.
The list could go on and on.
Now recently (VERY recently) I've come across a new blog, definatalie.com which is a size/fat/body acceptance blog, with discussions on why anyone should be allowed to wear skinny jeans, tube tops or tights as pants without getting flack for it in society.
It's got me thinking.
Who am I to judge whether or not someone should or shouldn't wear any particular item of clothing? Why should I push my own insecurities onto others? My preconceptions are my own, and if I'm unhappy with how someone else looks, I should look at what I feel about myself.
So I'm going to pay more attention to what I think and say regarding other people from now on. I'm going to try and quit the snark. Others don't care what I think, and I need to be comfortable with myself.
Maybe I'll get myself a pair of maternity skinny jeans, and wear them until I feel COMFORTABLE wearing them. That sounds fun.