I am thirty years old, and do you know what I find pretty sad, is that in my whole 30 years I don’t think I have ever been happy with my body.
For as far back as I can remember I have always been conscious of being fat. When I was younger people used to say “It’s just puppy fat, it will go when you grow up”
Well, I grew and grew and the fat didn’t go. Don’t get me wrong, that was probably down to rubbish eating practices. Things such as skipping breakfasts, takeaways because I’d starved all day so binged in the night. I also have PCOS so that makes it incredibly hard to lose weight (yet exceptionally easy to gain it)
However. For the first time in 30 years I can say I am happy with my body. Is it suddenly comparable to Michelle Lewin… Absolutely not. I’m still overweight, I still jiggle a bit too much but this body brought a life into this world. This body was told it was broken, and couldn’t do it. But it did. Against the odds. I am proud of my stretchmark’s, they are a reminder of the times my daughter lived in my tummy and we used to have secret kick club.
Don’t get me wrong, I will still be working to lose weight but I want to do this for my health, not my body image. As far as I am concerned I am a bloody Warrior and from now on I will not bash my bod, I will be proud… because when it was told it couldn’t… it proved the medics wrong!!
So ladies (And Gent’s)… Don’t waste your life hating your body. There are so much worse things you can be than a little overweight. Aim to improve health, not to lose weight. Don’t wish you was smaller, taller, slimmer or heavier. Cherish your body, it’s the only one you get.