When I was a youngster I used to love dressing up for Halloween. I didn't care what I looked like what-so-ever. I had no perception of my body. I saw Halloween for what it was, a chance to dress up and get free candy and the occasional toothbrush.
Then I hit whatever age and my friends and I were a little old to be trick or treating. So I didn't do anything special for the 31st of October.
Then high school came around and with high school came parties. More specifically Halloween parties. Sounds fun right? Not so much for someone who fakes a smile every time she looks in the mirror. I was what 16? 17? I was expected to show some skin... I'm not saying I planned on dressing like a playboy bunny but I couldn't be a "snowboarder" like I had been in 4th, 5th, and 6th grade!
Have you seen Mean Girls? Oh, of course you have! and if you haven't please stop reading this post, watch it, laugh historically, and then come back to read the rest of the post. Anyways, high school Halloween parties are almost exactly like the Halloween party in Mean Girls. I shit you not, girls think its alright to come as some sort of animal with lingerie and some face paint. I was nooooooot about to do that.
1) my dad might cry
2) I wasn't trying to get hypothermia in alaska in late October
AND
3) I was not comfortable in my skin once so ever.
End of the story I decided to be a female peter pan. It worked out. At the time I thought I was obese but looking back I was adorable and glad a best friend made me take pictures with her.
Tonight. 2-3 years later it's Halloween. Earlier today I wasn't sure If I'd dress up. I'm more comfortable with my body now then I was then by like a bajillion but still I wasn't sure if Id find a costume that I felt comfortable in. I decided not to go out.. But I did put on a costume and strut around the dorms for a bit. I decided that I am way to recovered to be self conscious. I rocked this year's bat man costume. At first I looked in the mirror and immediately say my thick thighs. My first thought was "ummm yeah, nice try bre but no.." and my second thought was "Bre, you're seeing things. You look good! You worked for those thighs! They are built of muscle and preserverance." Thats why I decided that I should treat Halloween like I did as a youngster. I had fun playing dress up. And even though my first thought was whoa... my second thought made up for it.
Enjoy Holidays for what they are. Time with your friends and family. No one cares what you look like except you. Leave the critiquing to the judges of America's Next Top Model.
Love yourself.