As National Eating Disorders Awareness Week draws to a close, I can't help thinking about the messages women send to each other -- and to ourselves. For too many women, thinking about our bodies means an endless replay of the things we don't like about ourselves:
"My butt is too big."
"My thighs are too fat."
"My arms are too skinny."
"I hate my stretch marks."
Yesterday, I learned about a new Web site called LoveYourFlawz.com. It was created by two young women whose mission is to "help all of us learn to love and embrace" our flaws. I love this idea!
But I'd like to take it a step further.
As a writer, I'm constantly thinking about words and how we say things. So what if we stopped referring to our flaws altogether?
The dictionary defines "perfect" as "conforming absolutely to an ideal," while a "flaw" is a feature that mars the perfection of something. But since perfection is only an ideal -- and we're real -- then might I suggest that we're not actually flawed at all.








