I love Christina Hendricks.
I love her because I see myself in her.
The space from the throat to the hips? We could be twins.
When I saw this picture I was reminded of our similarities.
I think she’s beautiful.
It’s curious then that our similar proportions cause me strife and frustration when I see them imaged back in my own mirrors and photos.
It’s days like this when I wonder if my weight struggle, my calorie counting, my faith in pre-packaged foods are masking a bigger problem.
The problem is self-acceptance.
Maybe I need a little more om in order to get a grip?
Maybe a more peaceful less judgemental approach will make my day-to-day naked hop into the shower a little easier?
Maybe I should ask Christina where she buys her bras?
It’s worth a try.
Another day in the evolution of me.