Welcome to Love Your Body Tuesday, a series in which I talk about what I love about each and
every part of me.
Today I'm talking about my arms. I've never particularly liked my arms, mostly because of the way skin gathered around my elbows--I remember being self-conscious of this as a child! However, I've also never
really shied away from wearing sleeveless tops--
hello, Alabama summers!
My arms are also the very first place I ever noticed stretch marks on my body; I was in PE in 3rd grade. I was always kinda spacey during PE and noticed the little silver streaks on the inside of my upper arm. Another girl saw me staring (I guess) and ran over and was all, "What's that?!?" in the way that 3rd grade girls do.
She thought they were scratches; I, however, knew exactly what they were, and they meant I had big arms.
I didn't want to take random, generic photos for this post, so I went through lots of older photos on my computer and tried to find pictures where I can appreciate my arms.
My arms are wonderfully capable of...
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| holding children |
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| hugging necks |
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| cradling nursing babies... |
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| ... and bellies |
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| showing off after a sweaty 5k walk |
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| swinging babies |
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| attempting to comfort a hysterical 3-month-old |
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| capturing moments of newborn bliss |
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| *pretending* to make traditional tea |
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| waving |
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| dancing |
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| "playing" guitar |
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| and picking your friends' noses |
Oh, and I can't believe I almost forgot--arms are awesome because they help take gratuitous running selfies!
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| I'm actually wearing a different shirt in each photo. Amazing! |
Alright, so arms are pretty awesome and useful. I think I definitely owe it to them to work them out a little more so they can get stronger; after all they've done (and do) for me, it's the least I could do, right?
How are your arms amazing?
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Food log - 9/14
