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Despicable Me and Loving My Ass

May 23, 2013 , , , , , , , , , ,

Despicable Me and Loving My ButtRecently, it dawned on me that I spend an inordinate amount of time wishing I had a different something or other. Firmer boobs. A flatter tummy. An awesome ass (instead of a pancake imitating an ass). You get the picture. Why do I do this? How does it serve me? How will my life be more abundant if I can rock a thong like JLo?

Answer: it won’t change a damn thing. Unless, of course, I can pick up some ass modeling work on the side. Hmmmm!

I’m working from home today (“5 going on 15” has a sore throat) and I had the distinct pleasure of watching, for the millionth time, Despicable Me (aka: Dispacatal Me). You know the scene where Agnes, Edith and Margo are about to be adopted and their hoping that the mom is beautiful and sweet and the dad is kind and playful…and then they see Dr. Gru. Wa wa waaaahhhh! Not what they’d hoped for at all.

Funny thing is, by the end of the movie, they can’t imagine having any other dad in the whole world. He’s perfect. Their family is perfect just as it is right now. Who’d a thunk?

Our lives are like this too. We have the perfect life and the perfect body right now. Whatever we have is perfect. Whatever systems we have in place have created this body and this life. In an effort to be more aware of and grateful for “what is,” instead of expending any more energy or precious thought on “what could be,” I am experiencing a transformation.

We humans have over 60,000 thoughts per day. We’re only aware of a fraction of them. I’ve been paying attention to what thoughts are swimming around in that perfect head of mine. Eeek! Scary! I’ll go out on a limb and say, “Too much crap!” So much “future” thinking and not enough “present” thinking. Also, I need to create more time for “zero thinking.” That’s actually when I experience my best ideas. When my mind is still.

I developed this little practice to love myself more. Give it a try. See if it works for you, unless you already have JLo’s ass.

Start at the top of your body and work your way down uttering this phrase out loud:

I love my hair.
I love my brain.
I love my forehead.
I love my eyes.
I love my nose.

You get the picture. By the time you get to your toes, you love yourself a whole lot more and it feels good.

Stay sane, my friends. Keep on loving your butt!



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Well Allison, i have the Jlo ass! I also have her ass in the front aka stomach. I remember when i was so thin that i would literally go on starch diets to get what i call “thick”. Now im on a anti-starch diet! Huhhhhh exhausting. Your right we must love ourselves the way we are. Making sure we are as healthy as we can be. There was a time in my life, while in a abusive relationship my self esteem was terribly low. On my journey to renew & define who i am. I forced myself everyday to look at me in the mirror everyday from head to toe until i accepted who i am. I embraced every flaw (stretch marks), i also embraced all of the beauty. NOW, you can’t tell me nuthn!! I love looking at me & all those curves!! #luvufirst

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Felicia Frezell

May 23, 2013

I love my butt
AND I love my kick ass superfriends.



May 23, 2013

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