For the record…
I am not ashamed of my body.
I am modest, not ashamed.
Because of modesty, I wear shirts and sweaters that don’t show cleavage and aren’t tight. My shorts are not very short. I don’t wear tight pants or short, short skirts. I wear one-piece bathing suits. I don’t wear tight leggings as pants. You’ll rarely see me in public wearing yoga pants (unless I’m on my way home from a workout.)
I am not embarrassed or ashamed of my stretch marks, cellulite, scars, or extra weight. I have experienced many things during my life including seven pregnancies, bike wrecks, and a few surgeries which led to the body I have today. I’m proud of who I am and how I look – gray hair, wrinkles, and all.
I am physically and visually available to my husband. He loves my body. I love that he loves my body. He is available to me. I love his body. He loves that I love his body.
I am not physically or visually available for anyone else. I am his alone. He is mine.
I will not stand in the middle of the sidewalk wearing only shorts, a sports bra, and blindfold. I will not write words on my body with markers nor allow others to do so. My refusal to do so does not prove I am ashamed of my body.
I’m not judging those who deal with poor body image. Nor am I judging those who do literally take a stand on the sidewalk. How they deal with their issues is not my business. I am sorry so many experience body shaming. They will not ever be shamed by me.
And I hope that others will not shame me for my modesty.