From Feb 10th 2013 to Feb 10th 2014 I attempted to record one second of every day. I missed a few and experienced a few technical setbacks, but overall I am happy with what I got. Please enjoy this video, it was one crazy year that's for sure. And if you would like to make your own you can download the app HERE.
Megan has got it all!
Polka-dots, heels, washing machines, nerdy glasses... va-va-va-voom!
Body image is something that most people struggle with. I suppose ‘the grass is always greener’ is
something that applies to people as well as front yards. In the last year one of the local rock stars
I follow online, Meagan James Rogers, has helped me see that no matter how
uncomfortable you are with your body, there is probably someone out there that
wishes they look like you. You see,
Megan is downright gorgeous. Yet, she
started posting very publicly this year about how she is very uncomfortable
with her body image and how she is trying to put herself out there more. This was shocking to me because every time I
saw a picture of Megan the thought would go through my head “I wish I looked
like that”. How could someone that is so
beautiful and talented, (she is an amazing photographer, check out Megan Rogers Photographie),
how could someone who has so much, ever find themselves lacking. But there it was, plain as day in text right
in front of me. It makes me think of my
own body image. Which if I was to rate
my appearance on a scale of one to ten it would be at about a negative
six. My weight is a major part of that,
but add in my crooked teeth, crazy hair, big hands and feet, etc., I feel more
like a disheveled Hobbit. Yet I look
back on photos of myself in my early twenties and I am surprised to see that I
was actually kind of beautiful. And at
that time I not only felt terrible about how I looked I also had help with the
disdain from another party. I have
always been ashamed of my appearance and there have usually been others ready
to agree with me on that point. I was
taunted in elementary school as being “Fat Martha” or “Big Bertha” and so
on. Kids can be so cruel. I had a father who would tell me to go
outside and “Run the fat off”, in his own way I know he was trying to help but
it was hurtful. You get my point. I believed the public opinion of my hideousness,
and I saw it too. I am not tall, thin,
blue-eyed, etc. I’m not a mysterious beauty;
I am not any of those portraits of feminine loveliness that you see splashed
across your TV screen. I am just frumpy,
chubby, messy me. I often find myself
thinking “I wish I looked like that” when I see people walking down the
street. It’s something I’ve noticed I do
and have been working hard to break that habit.
Instead of thinking “I wish” I am starting to say “I will”. I will get back into shape, I will regain my
strength, I will feel better about myself, I will find value in who I am, I
will learn to like me. It’s not easy,
and I do not expect to be someone I am not.
I just expect to find the Martha I have been hiding all along.
