Hello, my dears…
Today, I am talking about something deeply personal, but I really wanted to share…
Over the course of the last year, my body has been through some changes. It’s as if it finally realized I’m not a kid anymore and soon I will in fact be a grown-a** adult. I’ve noticed some changes, particularly in my weight and appetite. For a girl who has struggled with various types of body dysmorphia in the past, the idea of gaining weight used to absolutely horrify me.
I am so proud to say now that I am actually thrilled that I have gained weight.
I am at such a good place in my health and fitness now. I love exercising and I eat a healthy balance of everything. I don’t restrict, I don’t punish myself with exercise, I just live. And if living means putting on or losing a few pounds here and there…sounds great. I haven’t always had the best relationship with food and exercise, so to be able to have a healthy outlook on both is a goal I am happy to have accomplished.
My approach to my health now is going by how I feel. So if doing jump squats makes my knee joints pop and scream…sorry, I just won’t do them. And if apple cider vinegar is all the rage but it disgusts me…I’m not drinking it. I don’t follow health trends because they don’t apply to everyone’s body. I want what works for me, and I know that best.
By getting my body stronger, I have put on a few pounds. But I feel great, and that’s what matters. My worth is not defined by a number on the scale. I am much more proud of the fact that I manage my time and find a few hours in my week to make it to the gym and work out. I am proud of the fact that I can eat a little too much ice cream and just accept that and move on. I am proud of the fact that sometimes I crave a salad and other times I crave chicken nuggets. I am proud of my body and all I do to care for it.
It really makes me feel sad when I see other people, particularly young women, believing that the world will end if they gain weight. The reality is, you’re still the same you. Nothing has changed except for maybe the fit of your pants. And is that really worth getting upset over? Magazines and social media make us feel like it is in fact worth all of the self-loathing and stress. Spoiler alert: it’s not. It’s more important to have a good relationship with the idea of health than to hold yourself to impossible standards, only to keep landing in a big pile of negative body image.
It’s a constant battle to keep a positive outlook, but it’s worth every bit of strength you have to maintain a good attitude about your weight. The reality is, your body is a perfect example of an incomprehensible natural phenomenon, so don’t treat it like a machine. Treat it like a relic.
Don’t let a little change weigh you down.
Thanks for reading!