This week I read an incredible article on FitSugar about body confidence, size acceptance and straight up happiness. In the cacophony of cleanses, fad diets and spotty nutritional advice all over the internet, it’s easy to forget the first step in making any positive changes in life: self acceptance. Self Love. Crafting your own happiness from the mind first, and the body second.
Although frustration, anger, and self hatred can be great motivators, changes are more powerful when they come from a place of love, instead of fear. Positive intentions yield positive results, whether you believe in karma in the cosmic sense or not.
As a thicker female, I’ve felt the societal pressures of body image weigh me down for most of my adolescent and adult life. Loving yourself when you’re not textbook ‘perfect’ isn’t easy – and growing into my shape as a teenager was rough. It hurts to see my younger family members going through the same thing – figuring out where they fit on the body spectrum, how they should feel about it, and what they can do to stay healthy physically without compromising their mental and spiritual wellbeing.
As much faith as I have in this world, I’m a realist at heart – to me, accepting myself at whatever size/shape/fitness level I’m at makes logical sense. Why would I feel bad about myself, when I’m the only me I have? This is the only body God/the Universe have blessed me with. These genes, curves, legs, are mine and mine alone. They have carried me through foreign countries, across marathon finish lines, powered me through incredible hikes and kicked me on to killer waves.
The least I could do in return is to love and appreciate them, exactly as they are.