Wearing a dress without tights? No thank you. Wearing shorts? Nooooooo. Wearing a bikini? Basically my worst nightmare.
I’ve struggled with body confidence for years. It’s hard, isn’t it? I’ve wanted to write about this for a while, but I’ve never felt like I could articulate my thoughts well. Honestly, I still don’t think I can, but we’re going to give it a shot anyway.
I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve genuinely felt good about my body. It’s not often. I look in the mirror, and I don’t like what I see. I promise this post isn’t supposed to be a pity party – just a little bit of honesty.
As much as I’d like to hide in a bin bag and pretend I don’t feel gross, I can’t. Eventually it just comes to the point where you need to accept the size you are and try to embrace it. I don’t want to waste anymore time hating myself or feeling ashamed of my body. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m now a magical human with body confidence and body positivity, but I’m taking little steps.
Ignoring diet culture. The media and diet industry can be so detrimental. They promote the idea that if you lose a few pounds, you’re guaranteed to be happier. It’s not true. Skinny doesn’t equal happy. I’m sick of before and after shots. I’m sick of photoshopped images. I want to see real life, so I can promise you I won’t be picking up a magazine anytime soon.
I’m treating my body better. I’ve started going to the gym again – not to get thinner, to feel healthier. I may not like my body, but it’s got me through 20 years of life and I think that’s pretty amazing. I think it’s only fair that I start to treat it as well as I possibly can. Of course I’ll still have the occasional gin or ice cream (definitely had both last night), but overall I am trying to make healthier choices when it comes to food and exercise.
Stretch marks are no big deal. I cried when I first found stretch marks on my body, and I promise I’ve cried about them since then too. However, I can now say I’ve got a fair few stretch marks on me and I’m learning to love them. They’re natural, they’re kinda cute and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with them.
I’m learning to dress for my size and shape. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve taken a pair of jeans that I know are too small into the changing room and felt disappointed when they don’t fit. Clearly I’m not a size 8, so why am I wasting my time trying trying to squeeze into them? I’m finally learning, and guess what? Clothes that are actually the right size look better on you… Who would’ve thought?
Our bodies are going to change, and that’s okay. We can’t expect our bodies to stay the exact same size for our whole life, and the sooner we accept that, the better.
Body confidence isn’t something I’m going to develop overnight, but I’m working on it and that’s good enough for me.
This post was a little bit of a different (and scary) one for me, so I hope you enjoyed it.
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