Now this isn’t something I thought I would be writing about especially not anytime soon anyway. But I’m actually starting to feel happy with the body I have. Yeah, it’s likely to change by next week. But who’s know I could actually just be feeling better about myself.
My body image is something I’ve battle with for god knows how long. Spending years feeling the need to lose weight not to be healthy but to just feel ‘look better’. Yo-yo dieting over and over again. Feeling better and happy when the scale went down and then when it went up feeling horrible and depressed. My weight has been something that has affected my mood for as long as I remember.
But I’m starting to except it for what it is.
I’m excepting the spots that I always get on my chin, my chubby cheeks, my thighs that are chubbier than I’d like and the stretch marks on my tummy.
Don’t get me wrong I’d love to be tanned, have perfect skin and thinner. But I have so much stuff I would rather be doing than spending it making every part of my body look the best it possibly can. And a lot of things are probably never going to change.
The funny thing is, is that I’m actually losing weight now even though I’m not as bothered about how I look. Just trying to be healthier and not using my emotions as a reason to eat. Being happy and happy with myself has helped with my overeating without even having to try so much.
My body has allowed me to do some pretty great things. It may not be perfect but I’m learning to love it for what it is. And for the first time I can remember I’m starting to feel happy with it just how it is. I may not be perfect but who really is?