For The Hippies
You can lose weight by talking to your fat cells. It’s just like growing a philodendron!
If you keep telling your body it is FAT, it will continue to be fat for you. Your cells are an intelligent system that you communicate with. Whenever you say, “I am fat” your fat cells are listening and responding…. Below are some of my client’s [sic] favorite affirmations that can be used to empower your body:
I love myself, I love my body, and fat just disappears
I let down my walls
My organs are relieved of overworking
I am slim and trim
And here’s the flip side of the coin, for the fat-power hippies out there!
Can anyone hear what my fat is saying? My fat is a philosophy of sorts. Being fat, for me, is a reality. My fat is a statement. The first statement of my fat is communicated by my biology, my genetics, my relationship to food, my relationship to others, the world and to my body. The second major statement that my fat makes is that it is a part of me — it defines and delineates me from those who are smaller - perhaps more content, more at peace?. My fat also announces that I am an individual. I am a fat individual. I am a rebel. I am a fat rebel. I still rebel against all the pain. That very rebellion keeps me in pain just as the very food I eat keeps me fat.
Feel free to post your favorite affirmations in the comments. Your fat cells (and mine) are listening!
Posted by mo pie
Filed under: Fat Positive, Feel Good Friday, Humor, Weight Loss
“Fat is a reaction to pain, emotional turmoil, stress and loss.”
An interesting statement for a seemingly fat-positive commentary.
“The more i love myself as a person, the more irrelevant my size becomes to me. The more i let it be known that i love myself, the more my size becomes irrelevant to the people around me.”
Fat speaks! I’m writing this with my butt.
“I love myself, I love my body, and fat just disappears”
How can you simultaneously love your body while wishing parts of you would just “disappear?”
I think this speaks to the whole disconnect many women feel from their bodies - they don’t see fat as a part of them, but as something to be controlled and whittled away.
Well, I can love my body while wishing it was slightly different (fitter and stronger, mostly, but yes, also slenderer). I am large, I contain multitudes.
I don’t think it’s that difficult to have mixed feelings about your body. I mean, you wouldn’t say it’s impossible to love someone for their spontaneity while sometimes wishing they would give you a little time to prepare for things. (Just a random example.) Most of the things I have feelings about aren’t either total blessings or total curses. Nor is my body.
I agree with K. Another example of this is that I really love my hair but I’d like it to be longer (I’m growing it out but it’s so flippin’ curly that I can NEVER tell how long it is!).
Oh yeah, I forgot. Here’s my favorite part of the post :
“Fat is a statement. My fat says of me that “I am here”; “I need and I want space”; “I need to feel sheltered and protected”; “I need to feel safe”; and I want you to see me while I hide. ”
I have felt that way MANY times.
Okay, fillyjonk just made me snort coffee into my sinus cavity. Hee!
I really just think those affirmations are jacked. Anytime you’re wishing change upon your body for purely aesthetic reasons, you’re basically kicking your spirit square in the face. The affirmation becomes, “As I am right now, I’m not good enough.”
It’s one thing to want to be fitter or what-have-you, but you don’t use affirmations for that; you practice at fitness.
Well, lots of mothers tell their daughters how much they hate the “fat” part of their daughters, and they starve themselves skinny, so I suppose it works!
Grrr.
This line:
“My organs are relieved of overworking”
O RLY? Never heard of organ failure from being fat–that’s what happens to anorectics. Maybe they should start overworking their damn brains.
I love my body when the muscles are toned and it can do everything I want to do with ease. I love my body when it is injured and cannot do much of anything. I love my body whether it is firm or squishy because it is my spirit’s home and vehicle.
I love my body because it is how I experience the world though my senses and how I interact with my environment and the other people in it.
To hate any part of my body is to hate a part of myself and I will not do that because hate harms me and I will not harm myself for anybody. I will not be around others who hate part of me and allow them to harm me.
Because I love myself, I take proper care of myself. My body responds by being as healthy as it can be. I will not hate my body when it cannot be perfectly healthy because I have polycystic ovarian syndrome, hidradenitis suppurativa, fibromyalgia, Multiple Sclerosis, cancer, a cold, or any other of the things that I have no contol over.
Even when it is not perfectly healthy, I love my body because it is a part of me and I love myself completely.
My fat says: “I am magnificent boobies, solid arms, round bum, and dimpled knees”
My mother said: “Must be jelly ’cause jam don’t shake like that”
My cat says: “Prrrr….squishy thighs are good to sit upon and knead with my claws”
I say: “dammit, I just want PANTS THAT FIT!”
My thighs say: “ow, ow, ouch, pointy claws, damn kitty”
*written with purring cat draped across lap, arm and keyboard*
My cat says: “Prrrr….squishy thighs are good to sit upon and knead with my claws”.
LOL! That bit’s true, for sure!
My fat says: I may not have given you big boobies but I gave you enough to enjoy (and for those men with the grabby hands to enjoy also). I have given you plenty to whine about yet love in equal measure.
I say: I love my body; round fat stomach, love handles, large calf muscles, small boobs and all. I only want it to be healthy but I’m not going to hate it. I’m going to love it because it’s the only body I want to have.
There is come clinical evidence that this is true, though this author might be making it sound too “new age-y”, for lack of a better term. There has been some reporting of this in Redbook Magazine, I believe, though I would research the journals to find the more “respectable” evidence…
I suspect it’s a load of horse feathers, Redbook Magazine notwithstanding. But it can’t hurt anything and it’s free, which makes it better than 98% of weight loss tips out there.