My body, on its own, without any accessories, in its natural form, has never been good enough for me. I preach loving myself and I’d like to think thatI have feminist values. But, I probably think once a day about something I want to change about my body. It’s usually about my weight.
I ate too much yesterday.
I see a double chin.
Tomorrow I won’t have sugar.
It pains me to think a huge chunk of the population, tons of holy souls put into the world for a reason, are dissecting the flaws of their bodies on a regular basis. People even put their lives at risk just to look a certain way society expects.
Think about how much brain space and energy is taken up by people hiding their problem areas, looking at nutrition facts, trying spinning classes.
How much energy am I using up obsessing over this? Does it make any difference if I only do it privately and don’t talk about it with others? Does it make me a hypocrite? How does it affect the rest of my daily activities and how I interact with people? And oh my gosh, will it be this way for the rest of my life? I really really hope not. [Read more…]