Before I evolved into the body-loving woman I am today, I NEVER wore tank tops, even on the hottest summer days. Showing off my arms was the totally off limits. I would wear a sweater or something with sleeves that covered me to at least mid-upper arm. And let me tell you, being hot as fuck is not comfortable.
But one day, about 3 years ago, I decided it was time to conduct a social experiment. My theory was that if I wore a sleeveless garment, that people would stare at me in disgust, which would derail my journey toward self-acceptance. So, in an effort to break free from societal judgement, I did the unthinkable. I wore a tanktop in public.
At first I found myself having a panic attack, wishing I'd brought a sweater with me just in case I chickened out. But then something weird happened. I saw another fat woman in a sleeveless blouse strutting down the street, her meaty arms undulating in rhythm with her steps. I saw in her what I had not been able to see in myself. I witnessed a woman taking up space and wearing a weather-appropriate garment with gusto! And no one batted an eye. Except for me of course.
That was a pivotal moment for me. I decided that the only solution to loving my arms was to show them off more often. Though I knew I wasn't going to feel sure of myself right away, I could certainly fake it for the time being. And that's what I did.
That experience made me realize that most people aren't looking at me and they don't give a rat's ass what I'm wearing. After a summer of donning tanks and halter tops, I no longer had to fake my comfort. I was comfortable.
For me the lesson is that I'm my own worst critic. When I can abandon perfectionism, even just for an hour, my whole world opens up. I become free. Free to love my arms and to free wear whatever the fuck I want.
I hope you'll tune in for my upcoming post on plus swimwear, where you'll see not just my ample arms, but my thunder thighs too!