Well, like all teenagers, I too struggled with body image until my first semester at, what once was, Ricks College when I attended my first Art and Philosophy class. All those archaic statues looked familiar, and not because I’m a connoisseur of anything, let alone art. I was looking at myself. A still, ivory version of Polly, as Rubenesque, flat chested, and paunchy as I’d ever been.
I discovered that I am a Greek Goddess.
Our Professor gave us the dimensions for the Golden Mean, the Greek way to calculate perfection, and I ran home and started measuring. And what do you know – I was perfect. At least according to the Greeks.
When you know you’re a Greek Goddess, not much can make you unhappy about your body. A few extra pounds make a Greek Goddess look all that more jolly.
So, for all of you ladies out there, you may not have the dimensions of the Greek’s Golden Mean, but the Greeks are just one culture of thousands! Chances are your exact dimensions were/are perfect to some culture, some person – and I hope at the very least that that person is you. It doesn’t matter if your dimensions are perfection to God Himself, if you don’t choose to see yourself as He does.
At our Stake Women's Conference this last Saturday, a sister shared in her talk that she doesn't think that our resurrected bodies will be a size zero and that so much of our divine purpose is connected to our more natural, healthy looking bodies. It really felt true. But later we also had an exercise and nutrition class. So I guess we don't get off scott-free. :)
ReplyDeleteI know I have the perfect measurements for a four-months-pregnant woman. Unfortunately, my final baby is 5.5 years old.
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