I’ve always struggled with my body image. My earliest memory goes back to when I was a pre-teen. I hated the way I looked. I hated the way I dressed. I hated the way I carried myself. I hated that I never felt that I “fit in”. I dressed the way I did because it was comfortable, because I didn’t have to think about it, because finding clothes that felt good was near next to impossible.
Nearly 2 years ago I got to the lightest weight I have ever been. I felt the best I have ever felt. I weighed in 3 weeks ago and realized that since then I have put back on a significant amount of weight and I question how? I mean I know the how, but how did I not see it happen. I always thought that when this would happen I would notice it and I’d be able to control it but I didn’t.
This morning I posted an image on Instagram. I picture of me, in a bathing suit, with my skin showing. How nerve wracking that was but the aim was to give myself some love and accept me for who I am, no matter what. It felt sort of freeing to do. The background info of buying the swimsuit sort of also helped. The positive experience of trying it on, the positive feedback, and encouragement to buy it and wear it and as long as I felt good in it then that’s all that matters.
So my aim is to at least get back to where I was 2 years ago. No quick fixes, no short term results, but to change my eating habits, consume more water and most importantly move more. In the interim, I want to learn to accept my body, rolls and stretch marks and all. To show myself some positivity, some love, some acceptance and develop confidence in the skin I’m in.
We all deserve to love ourselves even just a little bit more every day.
With Positivity,
A x
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