I can’t help but write about women and body shaming. There is something unique about me….
I don’t give a fuck.
Well, that’s not entirely true; but, it’s mostly true.
I’ve always known I was beautiful. Ask my friends. At 191 pounds, I saw beauty. Sure, I knew I was “fat.” Or, what society considers “fat.” But, I was also a best friend, a daughter, a sister, a student, a shoulder to lean on when most of those people needed me.
I wore a bikini at my highest weight & didn’t give a damn. Sure, sure, I wanted to be stick thin. But, I also wanted to eat. So, hey, it didn’t seem like such a big issue.
Now, you say, well, didn’t you lose 55 pounds? It surely must have been because you realized you were “fat,” “uncomfortable,” “piggish,” [all of these I’ve heard and maybe believed a little-at times]. My answer to that is NO.
I joined Weight Watchers because I knew I was ready to learn healthy habits and be the best person I could be. I never thought I was “disgusting” even if others possessed that thought.
I’ve been around hundreds of [mostly] women who constantly focus on the negative when it comes to their body. The amount of body shaming we allow ourselves to do: on Facebook, in our daily interactions and conversations with close friends/family or even strangers…. is absurd!
Last night I had 2 jaw dropping beautiful women at my house. Instead of pointing out their beauty WE discussed our flaws. Flaws that each other didn’t see.
Men & Women.
You’re beautiful, that’s for sure.
I was beautiful at 191… At 133 [lowest weight]… And at 141 [lifetime goal weight].
I’m beautiful today because I SAY so.
Are you beautiful today?