I was a skinny girl and grew into a skinny women. Was I happy? No. I always felt that I was too skinny or, even when I was skinny I somehow felt fat.
I have spent my life, like most women, obsessing over my body. Trying to make it fit some perceived ideal in my mind.
|Image by Sue Fitzmaurice|
When I lay on the beach I would flip onto my stomach if anyone approached as I felt my ribs and hips stuck out too much.
I wanted my calves to be fatter so they would fill out boots better.
Then I had kids and I still wasn’t happy with the way I looked. My tummy was now more squishy and my husband wanted me to look like I had before, even though I was still far from fat. He nagged just as my father had nagged my mother.
We moved to a new town and were now living closer to some old friends of his. He was biker and she was small, blond and petite. Next to her I felt ungainly and huge ( I wasn’t). I am tall with broad shoulders, more of an Amazon than a Barbie. It didn’t help that my (ex) husband and his mate would constantly make comments on my figure, how hot I would look if only I took better care of myself. It didn’t stop his mate from constantly hitting on me though.
I finally left him only to get pregnant to him a couple of years later ( long story!) . Then I had my son, had a tubal ligation ( not letting THAT happen again!), turned thirty, got divorced and started dating the love of my life.
The weight fell off me at this point and I finally felt sexy, hot and fabulous. Although when I look at photos of me then I was waaaayyyyy too thin. My hair also started falling out from all the stress and I ended up having to bottle feed my boy from about 3 months as my milk dried up.
Two months later all the weight I lost started piling on. I went to the doctor feeling like my body was out of whack but was told everything was normal. Since then my weight has continued to climb. I have had numerous visits to doctors, always to be told the same thing, everything is normal.
It took me a long time to adjust to being a fat girl after years of being underweight, the image in my head was still a skinny girl.
My husband loves me regardless of my size. He has seen me fat and thin and everything in between. What he loves about me has nothing to do with the way I look and everything to do with who I am. When I see myself through his eyes I realize that I am beautiful, talented, loving and compassionate.
|Quote by J K Rowling|
I am much more than my body, My size is irrelevant, what matters most is what comes from my heart.
I am learning to love my body. Some days are easier than others. When I take the time to remember all that my body does for me it is far easier to love it.
Every day we are bombarded with images of stick thin models and actresses. They are photoshopped to within an inch of their live so that it no longer even resembles the person in real life.The actresses are on constant diets and exercise regimes to maintain their image and are mocked for looking anything less than stellar in any photos, whether they are walking the red carpet or hanging out at the beach. Julia Roberts is famous for saying even she doesn’t look like Julia Roberts when she wakes up in the morning.
I would like to start a love your body revolution. For the next month make a pledge to greet yourself each morning as you look in the mirror by saying “Good morning Gorgeous. I Love you. Have a great day.” It will seem strange at first but stick with it and say it like you mean it. Leave me a comment to let me know how you get on and to say you have taken the pledge.