I spent the day Saturday at my favorite Korean spa. If you've never gone to a Korean spa, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jjimjilbang that should give you an idea.
Anyway, so when in the dry section, with rooms ranging from 64-164 degrees F, everyone wears the same orange or yellow shorts and top. Everyone is the same. In the wet section, with all the hot tubs and jets, everyone is (gender segregated) naked.
This led to a lot of musings on Body Acceptance, and if you'll permit me, I have just a couple things I had to share:
1. I saw a woman who had a breast removed. She walked around like she owned the place, and it actually took a moment for me to realize she only had one breast.
2. I saw several young ladies in their late teens or early twenties. They clutched their hand towels to their fronts, dashed about, and dunked far under the water. They were clearly uncomfortable being naked, but all the hiding made people notice them more.
3. Gravity takes its toll on all of us. In different ways, and on different parts of our bodies, but no one escapes. Except those who have had work done. Which, when we're all naked and drooping to one degree or another, is easy to spot.
4. If you're at the Korean spa in my neighborhood, there are three different kinds of people: korean, eastern european, and american. If you're the lone american that day, as I was on Saturday, everyone will stare when you first walk in, because a woman with a large behind is like an endangered species. Then we all have a laugh and get over it.
Final thought: My body pretty much rocks. Not because it's the size I want it to be (it isn't) or because it is super taught and toned (as if!) or because my skin is perfect (never.) My body rocks because it is mine. Because I have cellulite, heavy thighs, breasts starting to feel time, and more clogged pores than I ever could have dreamed possible. And I'm awesome. Just like everybody else.