31. July 2014 by swissfitchick
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Gosh, I wish I knew that earlier in my life. I used to compare myself to ALL the girls. And of course it always came off badly. I was NEVER as good or as beautiful as them.’They’ were always ‘better’ than me.
I completely stopped comparing myself to others. If it is the appearance, the training performance, my blog, my work, my home, my life – I don’t compare. This is me, the way I do it and it’s perfect for me. Of course I realize differences and I am aware of my weaknesses and where I have to / want to work on. The people who are ‘better’ than me are my inspiration. I admire them and it makes me want to work harder – with joy. I want to be supported by others and I want to share my support with them. Isn’t that the whole point of humanity and community?
The topic of today refers to that phenomenon called ‘Body Type’. I don’t really know what I should think about it, cause it kind of looks to me like putting our bodies into certain ‘drawers’. She’s a skinny type. She’s an apple shape. She’s the masculine type. He is a lanky type. WHAT does that say about a person?
My aesthetic views of my ideal ‘perfect’ body changed a lot. As much as I wanted to look the skinniest possible – today that isn’t nearly what I strive for. I work for a lean, muscular and fit physique and I embrace every part of my body, no matter how it looks. YES, I am ambitious about my physique and my strength, but it is something I enjoy a lot – Training and Nutrition is one of my passions. I love happy, strong and fit looking women and men and I share out compliments without a single bit of envy.
Does that mean I find a different looking body less beautiful? Not at all. It is the human behind that physique who interests me. The smile, the attitude, the story, the humour. The way she/he feels in that body. Not going to lie here – if I am attracted by a man, I check his body, his hands, his eyes. Let’s be real. BUT: all my friends and family look so different, and I love them all to the moon and back and think they are the most beautiful people on Earth. Cause I have these strong feelings for them. I don’t give a shit if they have a sixpack or a round booty. I love them exactly the way they are.
When I realize that someone is struggling with body image or even an Eating Disorder, it breaks my heart and I feel so much empathy. I wanna go and give this person a huge hug, I want to let them know that they are beautiful. It is so hard to see people struggling when you are coming from exactly the same place. I KNOW what they are going through and my only wish would be to take this pain and suffer away from them.
When I do Yoga or Crossfit – sports that ask for difficult poses, exercises and skills – I always see women and men who do incredible things. I am SO amazed by the strength, flexibility, determination and talent some of those people have. They are all different ‘Body Types’. We have some very petite girls at Crossfit who lift a hell of a lot of weight. We have women&men at Yoga who do splits and crazy poses I can only dream of.
I might look more athletic than I used to, but does that mean I can do a Handstand Push Up? No way. Not YET. Does that mean I am able to do a wheel pose? Haha. I should make a movie of it, it is quite the entertainment. Does it mean I am a good squatter cause I have a muscular butt or lean legs? My Overhead Squats are horrible. My body is strong and healthy and I do a lot of progress with everything I want to achieve. But in my opinion, there is no sense in a sentence like:’ She looks so……! She must be…..!’ – You NEVER know the story behind a body. We should stop judging people only by their physique. There is SO much more to tell. I am blonde but quite bright, I have a crazy laugh, a big sense of humour, I am vulnerable, silly, lazy, sometimes embarrassing and weak. I am positive and full of life, I am loyal and reliable – I am sometimes a bitch and in a bad mood. I am far from perfect, but I try my best to be a good person, no matter how I look.
Can anyone who doesn’t know me tell I was anorectic and bulimic for fucking 18 years?? I bet no. Sometimes, I would love to read people’s minds when they stare at me. But then again, NO. I don’t care. I know my life and my story and those who are important to me know it as well. That’s all that counts. Judgers and Haters, goodbye.
What ALL our bodies have in common is that they work for us daily, 24/7. They serve us with the functions we need to stay alive. Start appreciating what you have here – a healthy body. We should honor every minute of this hard work and realize that they are the most amazing and beautiful creatures. No matter what Body Type. No matter what size.