Monday, September 29, 2014

Let There Be Peace in My Bra

Peace Be With You

These words just spilled out of my mouth a few months ago as I stood there in front of the bathroom mirror, birthday suit and all.  I guess that I'd been saying and feeling so many bad things about my body that my inner child (who was always the peace maker) decided to put an end to it. 

Peace Be With You.  These are the words we always say in church and it happens to be my favorite part of going to church. I did not grow up in a very churchy family. We rarely went but when we did, I always loved the little adrenaline rush I got from saying "Peace be with you".  I still love it and even if I'm in a bad mood, this always brings me out of it, even if for only a little while. 

Accepting the uncontrollable situations in life is hard. We fight, we challenge, we feel so tormented inside. It's a rotten way to live your life, in a constant state of distress.  I just can't do it anymore. It's taking too much of a toll on me and it's robbing me of living the life I was meant to live.


So peace be with me.

After I made the peace sign with my new breasts (and also realizing that I should stop calling them "Foobs" because that, too, makes them feel more irrelevant to me when they shouldn't be), I started looking at them differently and truly, they are now starting to grow on me (pun intended).  

It's sort of like that loud, Italian family who is leery of the fair skinned Irish girl the son brings home to Sunday dinner. It completely rocks their world, just like these Foobs have done to me. But once they get to know her, they welcome her into the family with open arms.

Peace be with you.

It doesn't only apply to me and my boobs. You can use it too....I don't care. It's not like a million dollar patented invention like the Snuggie, so peace out!

Is something giving you grief? Your jiggly thighs, your stomach, your hair, a negative coworker, bad relationship, a sucky job?

Say it with me. Peace be with you. And then move on. Some things cannot be changed, instantly or at all so make peace with it. And then move on. Don't waste anymore precious energy on things that cannot be changed or you have zero control over. Who knew that my Boob Self Talk could be such a healthy step in the right direction in so many areas of my life?

I wish you all peace, every day, in any way you can find it.


Kitty Cat said...

Just what I needed to hear today. Thanks Becca

Joyce said...

Let's all ride the "Peace Train"!