February is National Body Acceptance Month and today is Valentine’s Day. What better day to post this entry?!
Despite always being overweight, most of my friends growing up were thin. In high school I had a friend who battled anorexic and bulimia, and I became intimately familiar with the diseases. At first I couldn’t understand how this beautiful, tiny girl could think she was fat. I weighed probably 250 at the time, and she was no more than 110. Yet, she said she would trade places with me in a heart-beat. It’s funny, you always assume everyone around you loves and accepts themselves unconditionally, and you’re the only one who hates your body. Turns out we all have things we hate about ourselves and sometimes, they consume us.
I wish I could tell you that my friend got help, and was living a wonderful life now. She’s not. We ran into each other a few years back and I saw she had the tell-tale broken blood vessels in her eye again and her skin was yellowed and sagging. I wanted to hug her and tell her she was amazing and could conquer this. But, it wasn’t my place. You can’t force someone to seek professional counseling. That being said, if you’re reading this and struggling with the same demons I encourage you to seek help.
Since high school I’ve had several friends who I would categorize as “slim” or “slender” tell me that they hate their bodies. It breaks my heart. How could someone who I think is perfect not love what they see in the mirror? I think so many things play a factor in how you feel about yourself that you never truly know what someone is going through (or has been through). I always forgave myself for hating my body because I was fat. Ha. Funny how you excuse away your own self-loathing huh?
So, I have a challenge for you dear readers. For today – I want you to post one thing you love about your body. Yes, I’m serious! In honor of Body Acceptance Month, we’re going to find one thing we love about ourselves, and share it. Don’t want to comment publicly? Use a fake name! Can’t figure out how to comment? Email me! I don’t want to hear that you love your laugh, or your sense of humor – I truly mean something about your body.
I have two things I love about my body: my eyes and my hips. I have hazel/green/brown eyes, and I think they’re lovely. I used to despise my hips, they were wide and I could never buy pants to accommodate them and my waist simultaneously. Then I started bellydancing, and learned to love my pear shape. Shimmies look pretty on my big hips, who would have thought?!