Monday, July 9, 2012

Book Giveaway!

In the nonfiction book, My Big Bottom Blessing, author Teasi Cannon shares intimate details about her lifelong struggle with body image, and how she came to accept her larger size as a blessing. Here is a clip of Teasi I want to share because it not only shows her exuberance, but it also reflects her true inner peace which can so easily be seen shining through her demeanor and voice.

This book hits home with me because I suffered from a poor body image and low self esteem most my life, and it led to some of the unhealthy habits Teasi talks about. Like her, the only way I could change this view of myself was through God. I took my focus away from all those perfectly fake models/actresses I so wanted to emulate in my 20s and turned it to doing God's will. I can honestly say that those skewed perceptions don't rule me anymore.

I'd like to give away a FREE copy of this book. All you have to do is leave a comment and your email address. If you'd like to share on some of your struggles, that would be nice, too. In a week, I'll put the names in a hat and have someone else in my house draw the winner.

1 comment:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Beauty in the Beast

I hate the way I look in mirrors
I like the way I look in my head
and I live in denial of how I really look

but every morning and every evening
I face the naked truth
as I exit the shower
and I really look at myself

hunched over
head dripping
my glorious mane matted down
showing exactly where my bargain hairstylist
botched my 'do

and where I used to have pecs
I now have pointy nipples
and a bustline that most ten-year old girls
would envy

and invariably I look at my stomach
a doughy mass of wet light brown skin
covered with brown hair
kind of like chocolate chip cookie dough
if you dropped it on
the barbershop floor

but I have nice legs
they are long and somewhat still tone
though I haven't jogged in
six years

gazing into the mirror
I strike the pose of
Michelangelo's "David"
holding my breath
but this lasts only a second
and burst out in a horse laff
because the only thing remotely alike
between me and
that sculpture of the great Hebrew king
are our very modest genitalia

out of the corner of my eye
I glimpse my profile in silhouette:
a round mass atop two spindly legs
and I realize
I'm Wazowski from "Monsters, Inc."

I smile

years ago such thoughts would have
sent me into paroxysms of self-loathing
and I've starve myself
denying myself everything
just to look
never quite thin enough

but somewhere along the way
I realized that I was working
so much on my on the outside
because I thought I really needed
something from the outside

but I didn't

and that's no way to spend
the only life that I've got

so I look at the mirror
and I often wince
but I don't hate myself

I look into my own eyes
and think
"well, whoever you are,
you're alright"

and know that deep inside
my soul

there is beauty.

Buddah Moskowitz