Getting dressed this morning was rather more energetic than usual: I had to break out the pants dance, which usually only happens when I raid my dressing up box for parties; let’s just say that my grandma’s 1940s waist probably rivals a 20th century ten-year old’s. It seems that continuing to surrender to the natural course of life – by which I specifically mean listening to my body’s nutritional needs – has allowed my figure to regain even more of its wonderful womanliness.
For a girl who once starved herself to maintain the body of a child – a body that postponed daunting independence – warmly welcoming curves is not easy, but impending graduation, moving to a big city to live a big girl life, and reminding myself that my next birthday marks 25 years of life, help me to accept these physical changes. Admittedly, every other hour I’m slapped with a you’re getting lumpy and bumpy, missy, but I have reached a point in my recovery where I can slap back those slaps; I have come too far to fall prey to my fears.
That said, this week’s pants dance, combined with the warmer weather – warm weather and I don’t have a happy history – mean I have had to pull out all the stops when it comes to putting together enticing meals and snacks; after all, when food loses its appeal – for me, this is largely when I am physically uncomfortable – nothing is more remedying than healthful eats that remind you of nature’s beauty, cheesy as that may sound.
On another note, to celebrate my burgeoning adventurousness in the kitchen, I treated myself to a classic cast iron casserole dish, which arrived just in time for something I plan to cook later this week (spoiler alert: it will be casseroley). My favorite cookware brand is Le Creuset, but I prefer Cuisinart’s casserole dishes because #1, they’re half the price, and #2, the knobs on their lids are cast iron like the rest of the dish, not plastic like Le Creuset’s. Regardless, receiving this household goodie has also helped me be more at one with my womanly body because it shows just how “adultish” I’m becoming; however, by no means do I mean to insinuate that part of being a woman is buying dishes because her place is in the kitchen, wink wink.
I’ll keep you posted on the casserole front, and I’d love to hear what your favorite things to make in a cast iron pot are. Also, what makes you feel better when you’re having bad body image days? Please do share your wisdom!