Body image is a tough thing to mold. For me, it’s been a nearly daily task since I was seven years old, when someone first made a crack about how much food I ate.
Like most people, I have embarrassing pictures from my formative years that I like to skip over in the photo album. Photos of a chubby face and thick thighs straining against red leggings, photos of an overgrown youngster dwarfing all of her friends. Worse than the photos are the memories of taunting or stinging remarks about my body, appearance and weight.
All of those things laid the groundwork for a negative or – at best – mediocre body image as an adult. The thing is, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that almost everyone carries with them similar memories.
Part of this blog’s goal is to make the buck stop here.
I’m choosing to be vulnerable about the struggles I have with looking at my own body because I truly believe it helps us all to know we’re not alone, that we’re not crazy or stupid or weak-minded for feeling down on ourselves. And I think that knowing we have friends out there who understand can help us start to look at ourselves a little more favorably.
Now, it’s not all gloom and sadness on here. Part of struggling with body image is learning to laugh at yourself when you’re being ridiculous. Sweating in a dressing room and getting stuck in a dress halfway over my head is not only a humorous image, but also something I know most of you can chuckle at and say, “Oh, I’ve been there.” Preparing a batch of a dozen chocolate chip cookies and only ending up with six because I ate half the dough is also something I have a sneaking suspicion others might understand.
Oftentimes, healing comes through a healthy dose of laughter with a dash of scary truth.
I hope you’ll join me as I try to sort out my own issues and daily fight back negativity to love myself, inside and out. More importantly, I wish the same for you.