All About That Bass


I don't know if Meghan Trainor knew what she started in me when she wrote this song.  
I know she wrote this song for an automatic Top Ten hit, of course, but did she know what it would do for me?  Did she know that it would empower me to embrace myself just the way I am?  Did she know that her song would hit a nerve within a 40-year-old that has always felt bad about her, for lack of a better word, "bass"?

I have always been on the heavier side.  I always had "all the right junk in all the right places".  I've always been told how pretty I'd be if I just lost a little weight.  Each time I talk on the phone with my dad who lives all the way in Peru, the conversation always leads to my weight.  
"Are you exercising?" 
"How much weight have you lost?"
"How much do you weigh now?"

I finally told my dad in one of our last conversations, that I had been exercising (a white lie) and that I had lost seven pounds recently (truth).  Then he asked me how much I weigh now and when I told him, he said, "Ay, Renesita." (sigh)

I don't blame him for being obsessed with my weight.  He's always been that way.  He was raised that way.  Not his fault.  But, it also doesn't mean that I have to feel bad about the way I look just because he feels that way.

See, the thing is.  I've always berated myself over how I look.  I know I've written this here before:  I've struggled every morning to find something I like in the mirror.  But that has changed in this last year.  It's a wonderful gift to myself.

When I look in the mirror now, I see a girl with dazzling brown eyes.  I see a girl who has beautiful curls that others pay good money for.  I see curves and love every single one of them.  My body is a product of being pregnant three times.  It's a product of yummy food that my hubby makes every night.  It's a product of knowing what to wear that will flatter my figure.

I love how my body moves.  I love that my brain tells my fingers what to write.  I adore the way I can belt out a song and it sounds good...really good.  I love that I can dance and know how to.  My body isn't the typical "stick figure silicone Barbie doll" and I'm thrilled it's not.

"Because you know I'm all about that bass" and I'm pretty proud of it.  I brought "booty back" before it was lyrics to a song.  I've been shaking and grooving this body from the moment my mama gave birth to me.

And, that's another thing, all the women I look up to - my mama and paternal grandmother, for one - had bodies that would bring all the boys to the yard.  I am not only a product of all the things I've done with this body, but I am the sum of all the women before me.
Abuelita Adriana - with my grandfather loving on all her "bass"

I can rock this body like nobody's business.  Just like my mama has and my abuelita did...
...It's all "about that bass" after all.
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3 comments:

  1. Nay, I love this! I know how you feel. I have struggled with this as well. It has also taken me this long to learn to embrace my own curves and to feel beautiful in my body. I still struggle with it but I am getting much better at it. I think blogging has really helped with that. Seeing that there are so many different people out there that struggle with the same thing. That there is real beauty out there in the form of real people. Not just what the media etc want us to think is normal. Thanks for sharing this!

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  2. Hey Lovie!

    You're a gem! I can relate in so many ways, we are beautiful inside and out and blessed with so many talents and amazingness!

    Love you!

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  3. This song is on repeat in this house! It's so fun but so empowering! Thanks for writing this! You know I'm all about your bass! Xo

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Hey Lovey! You're commenting! You just made me happier than...well, me with a Chestnut Praline Latte. (Yes, now you know what to order for me if we ever go to Starbucks - lol)