Body Love (Parts 1 & 2) by Mary Lambert
*Warning-it’s going to get real and there are a few F-words for those of you who don’t like that sort of thing-HOWEVER (especially if you are a woman) I recommend you listen anyway. This is so powerful.
Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
Mary Lambert is Amazing
Some of you may have heard of Mary Lambert because she’s the amazing female vocals on the song Same Love by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis which I shared for Musical Mondays back in September of 2013. Did you know she released a solo LP? She’s kind of amazing. I read this article by Buzzfeed on 22 Things You Didn’t Know About Mary Lambert and was impressed. Before the Grammy performance where they married all of those couples I hadn’t seen her, and I was stunned by how gorgeous she is!
This Song Hit Me Hard
So I decided to download her album, which only has four songs-but hey it cost me less than $3. Every single song has so much emotion in it that I honestly feel like it was the best three dollars I have ever spent. It’s stunning really. When this song came on in the car I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train. I stopped breathing. I listened to every word and bawled like a baby, still holding my breath, still feeling like a steam engine was plowing through me.
How It Affected Me
This song cut me so deeply that I’m not sure I recovered for the rest of the evening. First I sobbed for the entire 45 minute drive home, and then the rest of the evening I felt restless and sore in my chest-emotionally sore. Raw. I have never connected so entirely with a song that it physically effected me like this before-and while it hurt I know it’s for good reasons. I need to listen to this until the words are so branded on my brain that I never forget them. I’ve spent far too much of my life defining myself by who I’m sleeping with, what size I am, the number on a scale, my makeup, my clothes… This is a poignant portrayal of how we as women often think-and it’s killing us.
Love Your Body
I love when she says “love your body like your mother loved your baby feet” because that to me feels impossible. When you think about how much a mother loves the tiny feet of her baby, how she fawns over them, cries because they’re so beautiful, and spends days staring at them… Well I don’t know how to love my body like that, but I’d sure like to. Pure unadulterated love with no conditions-that’s a powerful emotion. That could end the harm we do ourselves.