It’s summer, season of belly baring and angst about bodies. Lately I’ve been wondering about why we, and I’m including myself here, care so much about the way our middles look.
See Why do women strive for abdominal perfection?
I care about abdominal strength. I’ve taken up small boat sailing and doing some hiking. But visible abs? Why can’t we love our bellies as they are?
I’ve had three kids and it shows. I’d like to think about my belly the way I think about these lizard bellies. Cute!
See also:
Middle age bellies, body acceptance and menopause
