I was on a stealthy mission today. A few weeks ago Country-Fried Mama posted about some unusual graffiti she came across on her morning drive. Turns out it was the work of Operation Beautiful, a website whose goal is to end negative self-talk among females by posting positive messages in public places.
I totally dig this idea. When I was pregnant with Eli, I bought one of those belly bands that hide the fact that you can't button your jeans anymore. It came with a magnet that said "You Are Beautiful Just The Way You Are." Which presumably means you are beautiful even if you can't manage to button your pants, but I took it to heart. I love that little magnet, and over 3 years later it still graces my fridge. I forget it's there for a while and then I see it again and it makes me smile.
I don't always feel pretty or content with my body, but having a little girl in the house makes me very careful about how I express those feelings. I don't want her growing up thinking it's cool to trash-talk our bodies. We only trash-talk the Patriots around here my friends. And Phillip Rivers. It's always okay to trash-talk him.
I'll be moving that magnet down a little lower on the fridge so Elena can see it better. I hope it makes her smile, too.
Today I Gave: Total strangers what I hope was a positive message that made them smile. While I was out running errands I left post-its with various versions of "You are beautiful" on bathroom mirrors and paper-towel dispensers. Here's my favorite, in the bathroom at Chick-fil-a:
Today I Received: A random, totally blush-worthy compliment on my photography. I also received this compliment, which made me do the snort-laugh: someone, while looking at my bathroom tile, told me I was "a really good cleaner" and that my grout "looks amazing." You know me, down on my hands and knees scrubbing the tile grout with a toothbrush every week. After I finished snorting, I made good on my promise to accept ALL compliments graciously, and said thank you very much.