First of all, you don’t need my permission to have expectations of me, obviously. I just generally don’t take them into account. The biggest reason is that, no one has expectations of me that match the expectations I have for myself. If we are talking about expectations for behavior, then I super extra don’t take them into account because I am aware of how to make the best choices for myself and my family. We all work with the information we have and adapt as knowledge and understanding grow. I have been adapting like a motherfucker these last few years.
The last two days I have told you what I expect from you, way to be a hypocrite huh? Today I tell you what you can expect from me. Linda wants me to learn how to appreciate good support. This is something I am really fucking bad at. Just ask Travis. It is way easier for me to accept compliments from my friends or strangers than it is to accept compliments from my husband. Wait? What?
Compliments are fucking rad! Everyone should get compliments all the time! Am I meaning to say that I feel I am unworthy of compliments when I believe that everyone else IS worthy? That absolutely CANNOT be what I am saying. Um…because that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life. It brings us to the first expectation I promise to acknowledge.
My support network can expect me to respond to compliments graciously, positively, and in a way that affirms not only my total awesomeness, but also theirs.
If you give me a compliment you can expect that I will say thank you with no explanations of how far I have to go still. You can expect that I will not force you to focus on some physical part of my body that simply isn’t good enough yet. You can expect that your compliment will truly mean to me what I tell you it means while I am accepting it.
My support network can expect that I will not ask them stupid questions about my physical appearance and how it affects them.
Instead of asking you if I look fat I will instead ask how how awesome I look on a scale from 1 to 10, with 1 being totally awesome and ten being awesome times infinity. If I ask you at any time if any part of my “fat” body bothers you I give you permission to bitch slap me and remind me that my jubbly parts are not a matter of concern to anyone but me. Self-degradation is not awesome.
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- Thank you.
- You are so nice, thanks for making me smile!
- You’re right, I do look awesome!
- Your support means so much to me, thanks for offering it!
- Jillian Michaels
- free write introduction and conclusion
- discussion questions
- walk around town after lunch, it’s going to be Springy today!