Then I thought, we all have bums. Why is it wrong to talk about them? Who decides what is taboo? I could do a whole article on eyes or ears and no one would bat an eye lid. But talk about the derrière and some people will be up in arms.
There's nothing dirty about the bottom. Well, obviously there is but you know what I mean. I wasn't talking about it for the sake of it. Body image is at the forefront of our minds. Almost every female in my life is on a diet at the moment. The female feature du jour seems to be the posterior. So why not write a post that tries to empower those who may feel self concious (apologies to our poorly endowed friends).
I've noticed that I have a defective filter at times. I often think about the things I don't say, and say the things I don't think about carefully enough. I have had the best arguments with others in my head, and I have said the worst things out loud. Some might suggest that thinking and speaking could actually be linked.
I found a phrase that sums it up perfectly;
Be careful with your words. Once they're out of your mouth, you can't take them back. So try to keep it tasteful in case you have to eat them later.
My mother always tells me that if I have nothing nice to say, then I should say nothing at all. This is something that I have taken literally at times. Unfortunately, when I do, people either worry that something is wrong with me or I am accused of being emotionally unavailable (which, to be fair, is sometimes true).
So, how can I be free in my thinking, doing and saying, without offending others? I guess the key would be to think positively. If I think happy thoughts, then logically, it should make me happier. If the majority of what I think is positive, then what comes out of my mouth should reflect that.
I'm going to do my best to think more positively about myself and others. And on the days when I can't do that (because we are only human), I will think about the things that make me happy. Like cake, and ice cream. And Charlie Hunnam... Charlie Hunnam covered in cake and ice cream. Oh and sleeping. Sleeping next to Charlie Hunnam. You catch my drift.