All over the internet women are showing pictures of themselves half naked and declaring their love for their bodies.
Their breasts, calves, eyes… something about their body that they love.
It is all very loving and fucking awesome and oh so very PC.
Well, you know what, I don’t heart my body at all.
I am downright motherfucking pissed off at it.
Yes, this body gave me 3 beautiful children. But it killed off more than I care to remember and if it wasn’t for the marvels of modern medicine and a complete swap over of my entire blood supply, MPS would have been a single dad with one kid.
Or married to a supermodel.
Betcha you are regretting signing that consent form now Buddy.
My body has a propensity to break down at the most inconvenient moments. Like just before Christmas as Boo lost all of his disability funding and I was preparing for a throw down bitch fight with the education department AND my workplace, my back broke and my ovaries exploded.
And my mind snapped.
Fuck you body.
When I landed a job that I thoroughly enjoyed and challenged me. BAM! my shoulder was all HELLZ TO THE NO and a blood clot popped in my brain rendering me incapable of learning new things without a diagram and a months head start.
Fuck you body.
And lets not get started with the STELLAR fucking timing of my Achilles bitching or my appendix/ovary explosion/belly full of blood or second brain fart that took my depth perception. Cause I could go on for days…
My body fails me.
At every turn.
And now I am left with daily medications, 20 kilos of excess blubber, some pretty damn impressive mutton chops, constant pain and a broken brain.
So while everyone is having a superficial love fest with their breasts and lips and that dimple above their arse I will be over here cursing my body for being a fucking arsehole and not living up to the expectations I had for it.
But apparently I have nice feet. When they are not confined to a RoboBoot.
Go suck a dick, body.
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but you are here!
telling all of us your story about your body
(that is still capable of bloody awesome HP parties!!)
i couldn’t join in the heart my body campaign – no guts – no glory
good on you for doing it!!
body willing to join in or not!
Thank you! I haven’t read any of this years posts but I was I over it last year. It’s a great idea, but so many people don’t love their bodies but won’t admit it. Instead covering it with ‘it gave me kids.’
I don’t love my body all the time, and there’s nothing wrong with it. And I’m ok with admitting that. Thanks for your honesty.
And also, exploding ovaries??? Ouch!!!!
yeah I’m not a big wrap for mine either. Thought I might have been a bit of a hypocrite if I wrote a I heart my body post.
For me, my body, is more then the photo that is on my post. That’s just the vessel that holds all the important bits. like my brain, and my heart, and my blood, and my feelings, and my soul… My body is more then my outer skin. so so much more. And that is the message I wanted to convey. I hope I did successfully.
My body has failed me too. but its the only one I have, and after years of self loathing, I may as well love it, because to not, is akin to hating me. And I don’t hate me anymore.
xxx
A-fucking-men. I don’t heart my body. I heart my soul. I heart the part of me that gets up every day to do the best I can to help someone else who needs it. My body is a carriage and it’s pretty fucking broken but my soul carries on despite it. If I was my soul, I would kick my body’s ass.
motherfucking WORD.
I fully admit to not loving my body but I do appreciate it more than I ever did before, and yep, it’s because it did give me a baby. So I choose to look on the brightside and be thankful for that rather than continue to wallow in all the things I hate about it. I’m still not happy every time I look in the mirror, but to me that’s not the point.
Dude, you need to smack your body up. I am adding you to the ranks of my good friends B and A, whose bodies are also total dickheads and let them down time after time. I can’t imagine how fucking frustrating it must be for you but I’m glad that even with all the shit you still have a fantastically awesome sense of (sarcastic) humour. When they master being able to download your thoughts and spirit from one body and upload it to a new body I will contribute to your ‘get me a new body’ fund fo’ sure!
I loved this Kelley. It’s good to be real. I participated in the “I heart my body” thing today but struggled. I’ve also done a million posts in the past about the fact that I should appreciate my body – yadda yadda yadda.
I couldn’t do the photo thing, but tried to keep it honest!
Deb
I hate that your body puts you through so much shit, but I love YOU.
back atcha. One day I will get back on that treadmill and I will be strong and fierce just like you.
I Heart YOU, Kell, in all your feisty, ovary-exploding, ankle-busting, brain-snapping glory.
xxxxxx
Fortunately, in my small backwater of teh internetz, I have not encountered this phenomenon. I shall file it in advance under “Internet memes that make me want to slap people”.
I’m pissed off with mine too. x Love you, hon x
I don’t heart my body either at the moment. Especially as in a week I will be in hospital getting it pushed and pulled back together again, at least part of it. And which will be excruciating I am told. The one good thing is that apparently I will never be allowed to do sit ups again. Silver linings and all that.
this is the best “body” post ever..!!
Absolutely! Fell on my chair…
mine isn’t even half the bitch to me that yours is to you and I am not my body’s friend. yeah it gave me babies but it bitched and moaned about that every second of every day. whinger!
and it fucks up all the time for no reason. I dislocate my knee in my sleep on a semi regular basis – wtf?.
I also hate the phrase “I heart” because it’s cutesy!
Weirdly, I love (? – poor wording choice but running with the theme!) my body more now than back when I thought I was invincible. But that might be because a) I’m older (and hopefully therefore wiser), and b) I respect/appreciate it more when it actually performs and behaves like a normal human being, where before I just expected it to and took it for granted. But, more importantly, OMG I HAVE THOSE SHEETS!!!
OMG I love you. I’ve been seeing all those posts and thinking “what the fuck”, well alternating between that and “well what a loser I am as I rather hate this piss poor excuse for a body I have and keeps fucking me over”. I have way more affection for my ability to deflect the shite with large amounts of perfectly timed sarcasm and prodigious use of swear words, than my fucked up body.
Loving you rather hard right now xx
I heart you. *gag*
my body can go suck a dick too. It fails me every day, and shit just keeps getting worse, daily.
Thank god!
I was afraid I had the wrong idea about you when I saw the post title.
I’ll be working for those education dep fuckers soon. Did Boo loose his funding on language ability? Fuckers. Don’t worry; I’m going to make hell.
There are lots of things that I don’t like about mu body when I look in the mirror. But I choose to love it anyway. It’s the only one I’ve got afterall.
Oh SNAP! After reading all of the fluffy posts, this one knocked me for 6!
Fair enough, your body hasn’t been the friendliest vessel, and you’ve got cause for complaint. When I was writing my post, I had a hard time coming up with 3 things I love, because it’s easy to steer toward dwelling on the negative. So I don’t think all of the fluffy posts are superficial, I think it’s a matter of people taking one day to try and see a positive light. A half full kind of approach.
I can see why you’d be thoroughly pissed off with your body. Exploding ovaries are nobody’s idea of fun.
I took part this year. I genuinely love my body. It’s my brain that’s broken xx
I participated. I didn’t show any wobbly bits. I didn’t bang on about how I love myself when underneath I feel like shit. Having kids kicked the shit out of me – nothing worked. But having gratitude for what I do have has helped me big time. It could be worse.
I really appreciate your honesty. What a shitty time your body has given you. Rachel x
Our bodies are masterpieces of engineering that we regularly use past the design specifications. I do love mine, with it’s ovarian cysts, gallstone, scoliosis, degenerative disk disease, allergies, infected cracked tooth and other issues.
I get to take the time to look after myself, though. You need this. You need some Kelley-body-love time.
And someone else to organise and execute your parties.
I Love the beautiful honesty that gracefully spews out of your body! I have never loved my body, but I love the person my imperfect body has made me. xx
Luckily for us we love you for your mind. Can’t speak for MPS, but I think it’s safe to say that your fantabulous commenters feel that way. Smooch!
And down with traitorous bodies – yours, mine, everyone’s!
I love your body, because you are in there.
I also strongly agree with your conclusion (last line).
❤
I love your heart. Your heart loves hard.
…..but the rest of your body needs to have a good hard look at itself and play nice and stop landing you in the hospital!
There’s no huge body love fest going on here either.
I am comfortable with my body though.
It is what it is and does what it is supposed to do most of the time and I’m okay with that.
And I love you, in spite of your broken body. Your spirit still shines on.
Awesome. This is a competition of whose-body-has-fucked-them-over-the-most. My turn? Mine wont’ get pregnant mostly due to lazy ovaries. They need a lot of stimulation. they would never bother exploding. Also my optic nerves packed up and now I’m totally blind. though I feel I’m still coming a distant second…
xx I adore you and the packaging you come in, I just wish it was more user friendly for you.
Oh I LOVE that you did this, Kelley. I just had a look at the body thing link up and I’m new to all of this and only a wannabe blogger anyway, but I think you should start up your own link up called I HATE my body. None of this heart stuff. My turn now: I HATE my body with a passion. I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. I’ve had a gazillion operations because of it. I’ve had two very, very badly botched mirena experiences. I won’t even mention the horror complications with the births of my kids. And I am looking early onset of osteoarthritis and osteoporosis down the barrel of a gun. Oh and also I am deaf and must wear annoying hearing aids that make all the useless noises LOUD and all the voices soft and my kids keep pulling them out and it’s just ANNOYING. And my brain is stuffed… I have depression and also no short term memory. Oh and did I mention that I have no short term memory? On the flip side, at least none of it’s not going to kill me. And I should be thankful for that. xx
I hate my body as it gives me much pain daily …. but I love your body as it gives you to us.You make a difference.Big hugs special one.xx
Yeah but your body is also your razor sharp brain too girl
Amen Sista!
I HATE my body because its old, I hurt everywhere and it sux to be in the sixties. ( not the decade, the age!)
However, I heart my spirit & my compassion along with my sense of humour and a modicum of intelligence.
Love YA xx
But your heart kept beating. Your blood kept circulating. And your brain created new connections so that you *could* learn things (albeit with diagrams and a month’s head start).
This is the first time I’ve participated. And I don’t love my body, as such. I mean, I’ve got insulin dependant diabetes, I can’t feel my hands or fingers because of an excrutiating bone spur inpingeing on my major nerves and blood vessels in my neck. I have bursitis in both shoulders and I’m told I need to see a surgeon about this hip. Throw in Fibromyalgia and PCOS and the fact that my body killed more babies than it carried and it’s getting on my bad side. Worst yet – it somehow decided to trash the blood supply to my retinas and I lost a large enough chunk of eye sight that I’ll never drive again or read normal print. I can’t pick my child out of a line up if I’m more than about 6 metres away.
My body has not behaved. It’s sure as hell not getting it’s bond back.
But. I have to look after it better. I have to learn to value it and myself enough to take better care of it. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve done this and I’m feeling proud and positive. More than I ever have before.
No nude pics from me (no recent pics at all – no cable), but signs of understanding that this is the body I got. I can’t trade it in. I’m going to have to upcycle.
If your body actually DOES decide to “go suck a dick”, can I volunteer mine?