Perspective

Bodies are curious things aren't they?

Every single one on this planet is different. We all have the similar foundations on what we associate with a body, one head at the top, followed by a neck attaching it to one's torso, two arms, one attached on either side of the shoulders with five fingers flayling around on the ends.

Then we have our torsos... One belly button somewhere in the middle of it and then to finish it off.. two fabulous legs attached at the bottom.

Tadar! A human form!

Of course that forms the basis and then we get in to the details... Eyes, nose mouth, hair... Etc etc. Yet although we all have these similar parts.... They are all slightly different, and that is what gives us each our wonderful individuality.

Absolutely marvellous isn't it!?!

"Same same but different."

Yet we've become a society that is obsessed with our bodies and what we look like, we compare ourselves to others. We try to change parts of ourselves to make ourselves more attractive. We try to lose weight because we think our bodies will look better. We want bigger boobs, we want nose jobs.

We just aren't quite good enough as we are.

Social media and media in general has a large part to play in this. We have celebrities as a bench mark of what we "should" look like. People aspire to look a certain way.

We've become obsessed.

Social media is full to the brim with this kind of stuff now, Influencers looking perfect, making us think if we look like them and buy what they have we will be happy.

There are people now on these platforms trying to let us know that wobbly skin, viens, pimples and In-perfections are OK and normal.

"look everyone I have cellulite too...Don't panic", these people are trying to teach us to love ourselves for who and what we are.

We've lost all perspective.

Body insecurities have, I'm sure, been around for ever. It's part of the human condition.

Iv had buckets of them over the years. From hating my stomach because it wasn't flat enough to hating my nose because it wasn't small enough. Hating my thighs for being too strong to hating my boobs for being too small. Jeeze. So much hate?!

But Niamh has changed that for me.

She has given me a big old reality check.

Niamhs body looks like any other. Nothing screams out "severely disabled".

But it doesn't work like ours.

Those legs of ours that we worry arent slim enough? That we worry aren't the right shape, or long enough?

We are lucky they move and enable us to walk and run.

Niamhs don't.

Our mouths that we don't like because our teeth arent straight enough or white enough? Our lips being pouty enough?

We are lucky we can talk with it, we are lucky it is able to chew food and swallow it.

Niamhs can't.

Our torsos that we criticise for not being small enough at the waist, or for not having an Ab or two showing?

We are lucky we have a digestive system in there that works properly. We are lucky we can absorb enough nutrients through our systems to have a little fat covering our abs.

Niamhs can't.

Without having to think about it we can feed ourselves with a knife and folk. Independently hold a glass and drink water when we are thirsty.

Niamh can't.

We have a freedom with our bodies. We can make choices, We live lives full of opportunities.

Niamh doesn't.

We need to get over ourselves

We only have one body and it is a gift that it works as it does.

Love it.

Look after it.

Park the bullshit worries about what it looks like.

It's completely fucking irrelevant.