This song was originally an article that circulated in 1997, Baz Luhrmann recited it to music in 1999. I was 20 years old when I heard it and got no great wonders from it. Now a little older, wiser and introspective, I think very fondly of it.
As I went out to buy sunscreen this week, it made me think of it. There's a wonderful section in it quite close to the beginning which reads:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded, but trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you, and how fabulous you really looked - you are NOT as fat as you imagine.
As I've seen so many great posts pop up on blogs recently about body image and body confidence, and as I've been battling the subject of weight with my nurse it's been something that has really hit home to me and made me think about my own feelings to do with body image, confidence and how I feel about what I really look like.
So here I am, 33 years young and currently weighing 168lbs. Yes, that's over my goal weight. According to my WeightWatchers Goal Weight range, I should be no higher than 154lbs. Now, no disrespect to WeightWatchers but I'm a very different woman today compared to what I was in the hazy summer of 2005. Mostly, I work out. I didn't then (unless walking counted). I lift weights, heavy ones (yesterday I carried home a 12kg kettlebell - a 30 minute walk, when I moved here in 2007 I could barely carry my 6kg set of Barbie Bells). I can run 5 miles, I can run for a bus (in heels, nonetheless) and still have breath by the time I get on the damn thing.
However, during my first few 'skinny' summers I filled my wardrobe with new clothes for my new body - most of which I am still wearing today. They fit differently; some are tighter on the shoulders, some are really tight on my hips, but they still fit my waist perfectly - because that's one measurement which is the same today at 168 as it was at 150.
So yes, my body has changed. Hardly for the worse, in fact I'd go as far to say that I prefer the way I look now than I did back in 2005. My face doesn't have hamster cheeks any more (wheat really did nothing for me), my calves are shaped better, my shoulders look defined, my waist is more defined and my backside sits higher - I'm not perfect, and I still want to work on my strength and tone, but I can look in the mirror everyday and not have a physical judder at what reflects back at me.
Would I like to be 14lbs lighter? Of course I would, but I try really hard not to beat myself with that stick. I was dreading seeing my nurse this month as she told me at Christmas that I needed to lose weight (nothing scary, just as I'm woman, in my thirties, on the combined pill, the NHS have to be vigilant and scare me). I got weighed at home before I saw her on Friday and I was only 4lbs lighter since she last saw me. Did she weigh me? No. She took my blood pressure, said it was perfect (actually lower than the last time), said I looked well and she sent me on my way. My blood pressure clearly did the talking, and that's more important that what a scale can say.
My priorities as far as my body goes have changed a lot. Someone once said to me 'skinny girls look good with clothes on, healthy girls look good naked' and that's never left me. My overall goal is to be totally and completely happy in my own skin, nothing more. I want to strong, I want to be lean, I want to run 10km, I want to lift weights I'd never dreamed of, I want to be healthy and I want to feel amazing in (and out of) my clothing. After all the body is the foundation; if what's underneath the clothes looks, feels and works good then the rest will surely follow. As long as I keep being the person I am today, I won't do myself wrong.
To paraphrase the song, I'm NOT as fat as I imagine. I haven't been for 7 years. It's about time my brain caught up with what's been happening outside it during that time. At least I didn't wait 20 years to look back.
Two photos before I go. At the top is 2005 me, below is 2012 me. 7 years. A lot of changes. Personally, I think I'm improving; emotionally, not just physically, which is a hell of an achievement in itself.