Happy Valentines Day, Lithers!
I say “I love you” all the time. And I always mean it. I have so much love for the people in my life. Other things I love: chocolate, leggings, big & messy hair, kittens, Lithe, sleeping, puns, things that are monogrammed, the color red, Oreos, binge-watching television shows on Netflix, and pants with elastic waistbands. To all of these things in my life: I love you!
I even love being Dr. Dore (most days)! I recently took the plunge into full-time employment as a Post-Doctoral Resident at a hospital for women with eating disorders.
I work a lot with patients to de-emphasize the importance of the body’s physical appearance and re-focusing that mental energy onto the underlying psychological factors that are blah blah blah…
Boring. And, more importantly, I am a hypocrite.
I don’t always practice what I preach. I complain to my friends about random things I “hate” about my body. I talk about my muscular shoulders with a pained look on my face. I engage in fat talk. I have ill-fitting clothes in my closet that I refuse to donate.
I do these things, even though I know the statistics relating body satisfaction to all of these other awesome things in life that I want. I know how important it is embrace your body, flaws and all. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy! I’ve met women who are totally there. I want to join that club. I have read that body satisfaction increases with age. Every year, I’ll remind myself of that.
In the mean time, I’ll be making a more conscious effort to reconcile my feelings in other ways. In the spirit of Saint Valentine, I decided to write a love-letter to a part of my body that endures much self-criticism. I encourage you all to do the same (and please share!)
Stay tuned to see how I turned a major self-perceived flaw into my most coveted asset…
Image of Lithe Instructor Rachel Dore, PSY.D. wearing Lithe's Hot-stepper dress via Dom