Odds ‘n Ends

Buon giorno, friends! I have a photo-heavy, sugary-sweet post waiting to go up this afternoon, but first I just want to mention a few odds ‘n ends.

First, I want to thank Katie for featuring a couple of my CCK-inspired breakfasts! It was so fun to see some of my photos on her wonderful blog.

On a similar note, my contribution to Operation Beautiful went up yesterday! It’s basically a condensed version of my Operation Beautiful post from a couple of weeks ago. Between this and Katie’s post, I’ve felt like such a rock star this week! And being featured on both websites didn’t hurt my blog traffic, either. ;)

Next, I want to clue you all in to the wonder that is a Twitter contest. Earlier this summer, I was lucky enough to win not one but two cookbook giveaways from Da Capo Cookingon Twitter. Because I check my Twitter fairly regularly, I saw their contest Tweets right away and won a copy of Ani’s Raw Food Desserts and a signed copy of Vegan Brunch. Amazing, right?! And somehow I was lucky enough to be the 15th person to link to this CrazySexyLife post in a Tweet, and now I’ve won a copy of Kristen Suzanne’s Easy Raw Desserts! Love it.

Finally, I’ve got a question. I’ve read a bit about food combining in the past, but I’ve never really given it too much thought. This morning, though, I ate a small banana with a rather substantial amount of peanut butter, and immediately after doing so my stomach began to feel quite unpleasant. I recalled that in Lindsay‘s Examiner article about food combining she mentions that mixing legumes with fresh fruits can cause digestive unease, so I’m wondering if that’s the problem. The thing is, I eat bananas and peanut butter at least a couple of times a month, and I’ve never experienced this previously. Might it be because I used a rather disproportionate amount of peanut butter? Do you guys follow food combining rules or notice that certain combinations bother you? I’d love to know!

Okay, those are all the odds ‘n ends I have for today! I’ll leave you with another Operation Beautiful-inspired photo. I left this note in a young adult-type book when I returned it to the library so that the next young woman who reads it can feel a little boost of self-confidence. And don’t judge my reading material – girl’s gotta take a break from GRE studying somehow! Plus I’ve moved on to a Salman Rushdie novel now. ;)

Operation Beautiful

Although my latest couple of posts (with the exception of my Italy recap) have been food-related, this isn’t just a food blog. As I said in my introductory post, I’m trying to be wholly healthy and happy. A healthy mind in a healthy body, right? Well, it’s time to show my fitness/well-being blog roots and talk about a phenomenon that’s been spreading like wildfire amongst most of my favorite fitness blogs. It’s called Operation Beautiful, and if you haven’t heard about it, you should check it out. Now. Go.

I’m going to be honest, here. Operation Beautiful is the sort of thing that makes me feel uncomfortable. I am – and always have been – the type of person who finds it difficult to express her feelings, be they positive or negative. I internalize my feelings and become uncomfortable when people get emotional and start having touchy-feely talks. I’d rather watch a science fiction movie than some feel-good romantic comedy any day of the week. So, by all rights, Operation Beautiful should be anathema to me.

But the thing is, it’s not. Although anyone who knows me in “real life” would describe me as sarcastic and a bit cynical, deep down I’m a big softy. I think I’m just, at the core of things, fearful of exposing myself to the world. So I keep it light. I’m the girl who makes jokes in the middle of a stressful situation, the girl who seems to be smiling at the oddest times. But underneath all that exterior crap, I’m hypersensitive and easily bruised.

And that’s why I’m participating in Operation Beautiful.

You are beautiful. Yes, you.

I spent many years of my teenage life struggling with horribly low self-esteem and feelings of worthlessness. I couldn’t look in a mirror without finding flaws – my ears were too big and my arms were too skinny and oh God I was hideous. I felt like the “before” version of the girl who gets made over in one of those obnoxious teen movies – glasses? Check. Braces? Check. Freckles and curly hair? Double check. The thing is, I internalized it all, perpetuating the feelings of self-hatred. Nobody who knew me then would probably have guessed at how much I hated myself.

And that’s why Operation Beautiful is so important. I don’t believe in fat acceptance; I believe in body acceptance. We come in too many shapes and sizes to view one ideal as perfect for anybody. Guess what? I’ve been skinny since day one, but has that changed the fact that I felt that my body was all wrong when I was a teenager? Hell to the N-O!

I remember the first time someone called my arms “sticklike.” I was 12 years old, just beginning that oh-so-delightful journey into puberty, and I was mortified. Suddenly I realized that people’s perceptions of me were based on my body, and my body was distinctly Not Normal. I was months away from junior high, and suddenly the fact that I’d always been in the lowest percentile of weight for my height had new meaning. In seventh grade, my band teacher came up to me in the middle of class and said, apropos of absolutely nothing, “Kelly, people used to think I was anorexic when I was your age, too.” Wait, people thought I was anorexic?! This was news to me! I remember feeling so embarrassed during the rest of that class and for the rest of that day. I quit band after seventh grade, largely because I had no desire to be around the woman who, along with another kid who made fun of me on the schoolbus, had helped shatter my self-esteem.

I felt this way for much of high school. When people flippantly tossed off comments about this model or that movie star looking “anorexic” or “emaciated,” I died a little inside. I saw myself in those women, in their bony collarbones and protruding hipbones. Unlike most of them, however, I was healthy. I ate well and I wasn’t completely sedentary. My body was just meant to be skinny. But somehow, people felt justified in coming up to me and commenting on my weight, in telling me to “put some meat on my bones.” I’m sure these people would never be so rude as to comment on an overweight person’s size, yet apparently skinniness gives people license to say whatever they want. I call bullshit. I realize now that these people are just ignorant and rude, but at the time all I felt was painful shame towards my body.

It’s taken me a long time, but I’ve mostly recovered from those painful years of internalized self-hatred. I know that this is who I am meant to be. During my amazing four years at Carleton, I met supportive friends and a boy who didn’t seem to find fault with my skinniness. Yet even today, taking the message of Operation Beautiful to heart and saying “I am beautiful” makes me cringe a little bit. I still don’t feel like I deserve to be attached to that word. And I’m betting that my feelings are pretty damn similar to women all around the world, fat women and skinny women and women in between. And that is why this is so important. Because we’re all in this together, folks.

So, yesterday I walked to the local branch of my city’s library, armed with my own Operation Beautiful notes. I smiled at the librarian as I walked in and headed to the shelves. I pretended to browse amongst the stacks, picking up Craig Ferguson’s book and thumbing through it as I surreptitiously looked around. I mosied my way towards the back wall of shelves, turned the corner, and found the magazine rack. I picked up one magazine, Self, and covertly slipped my Operation Beautiful note between the pages. Then another, this time in Elle. And, finally, one in Prevention.

I left the library smiling.