I've been a bigger girl my entire life. After having a child I have become a little more comfortable in my own skin. I now think it's okay to have stretch marks and cellulite, a bigger tummy, wide hips, a big butt. Our bodies are amazing! We can grow and nurture children, run, jump, breathe, sleep, eat! How could I have ever hated myself so much?
From the age I was even able to care about my appearance I have struggled to love my body; heck, to even just like my body. I have a distinct memory of when I started to be concerned about my appearance. I was in second grade and my best friend in my class was rail thin with long blond hair and blue eyes. I remember sitting next to her and looking down at her jean-clad thighs. I noticed that her thighs didn’t spread like mine did when she sat. I think I began to view my body as the enemy that day.
Controlling my weight has never been an easy thing to do. While I was a teenager, I used to diet and was quite active, so my weight stayed fairly stable between the ages of 14 and 17.
Always love yourself because you will always have something that someone else does not......
I'm 5'5 and I used to be 130 pounds, after a very serious injury (in which I was nearly bedridden for 6 months) I gained 40 pounds. I don't know how to feel about my new body.
I feel as girls we look up to the models and actresses never realizing what it subconsciously does. Growing up I never felt skinny or pretty enough. Though my parents would tell me I was pretty, they always felt like empty words. I was a skinny child until middle school when I started filling out in the hips and chest. Immediately I felt "fat". The unwanted attention it brought from boys only made it worse. I didn't understand becoming a woman as a good thing. I started to wear baggy clothing to hide my body. I would buy jeans at least a size bigger and wear lots of layers on top.
How often do we take for granted the great things we are capable of? Just in the last week I have hula hooped for a couple hours, walked 14 miles in one stretch, and hiked around a gully that required scaling steep slippery slopes. As a friend and I were scrambling down a particularly nerve wracking spot, where slipping could equal a long trip down a lightly treed 85 degree slope into a shallow, rocky body of water, she said “Thanks strong arms!” with complete sincerity.
Since I was 6, I have struggled with anorexia, bulimia, OCD and body dismorphia disorder. It has been a lifelong battle for me and I had assumed it was 'normal' and never thought anything of it. Three months ago I decided that this was not normal, and was sick of going through life hating myself and my body, so I went into treatment.
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