I had a few people react to a mention of cellulite in my last blog, on Gary Speed, when I was writing about a young football player who had called him a coward on Twitter, and then hypothesised a future where things didn’t go according to plan in this young man’s life.
The comment was meant to illustrate the loss of a perceived dream life – with fame, fortune and fawning gym bunnies, where ambitions run exactly as envisioned and everything is perfect – and, instead, having a normal life, doing a normal job and surrounded by normal people.
I certainly didn’t mean to offend.
These reactions made me think, though: why do we get so defensive about these things?
If a person has cellulite, they have cellulite and no amount of wishing they didn’t have cellulite will remove cellulite from their bodies – not in the moment. I haven’t read an awful lot about cellulite, and it may be that there are ways to reduce or remove it, but right at this moment, if you have cellulite, you have cellulite.
I have loads of stretch marks on my arms, legs and torso because I’ve lost and gained and lost and gained weight so much in my life.
It’s not attractive, but it’s me. It’s part of my body and this is the only body I’ve got. While I don’t walk down the street in Speedos and show it off, I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t lie awake at night wondering what people may think of my stretch marks, or feel that my life is any less valuable because of them.
There’s a present awareness lesson here…
If we live in the reality of the moment, rather than in the past/future fantasy of mind, what else is there to do than accept and be content with our bodies?
If we’re overweight, worrying about being overweight won’t help. You can make plans to go to the gym, walk regularly, eat more sensibly, but stressing about it won’t help one bit.
Our anxieties are caused by the mental conflict between what is real (the present moment) and what is not (the aspirations of the egoic mind).
You’re on a train and it’s running late. You know it’s already been delayed too long and you’re going to miss your connection.
Your ego/mind starts blaming everyone from the train driver to the person who committed suicide on the tracks earlier that morning, causing the knock on delays.
The fact is, you’re still on that train, and no annoyance, frustration or castigation of others will change your situation.
(I was on that train… September, 2009. Felt sick when it was announced, but afterwards there were people still jabbering furiously and winding themselves up on their mobile phones about their plans being disrupted.)
So, sit back and enjoy the ride. Deal with the situation when you reach your stop, because you can’t do anything but sit on the train until then.
Love cellulite. Love stretch-marks. Love life, because we’re here, right now, imperfectly perfect, and that’s just the way it is.