My 18 month old son loves his body. He loves having feet, and toes, and ears, and hair. Having a body is pure fun for him. He looks in the mirror and sees wonder and fun. Sometimes, he presses his nose on random surfaces, just to feel. Babies and kids are just like that, perfect. Their bellies are cute, their rowdy curls are adorable, their big eyes are love inducing, and there little feet are forward moving.
But then you look at adults – and its a world of difference. Our hair is something we tame, we are uncomfortable in our own bodies, we critique ourselves, we judge. I do it too – a 35 year old with a huge belly in a red bikini doesn’t look as cute to me as the 4 year old with the same description.
So when did our bodies stop being perfect? When did we make the transition from being in full wonder with our toes, to: “My arm flab, uh?” But more importantly, how do we go back?