Thursday, April 14, 2011
Why I...love my body
Disclaimer: I'm not saying that any one size, any one body type is better/worse than another. This is just the story of how I learned to love my body.
As a kid, and early on in high school, I wasn't very interested in clothes. I didn't have the plus-size common experience of being a plus-size kid, either. I was a short, teeny-tiny kid until about 9. Then, I hit puberty, and grew breasts. Around 10, I got my period. Once I got into high school, I started to put on a bit of weight. And it continued (along with the breast growth).
I weigh more now than I ever have before. But I'm also happier with my body than I ever have been. I weigh 215 pounds, and stand 5'4". I wear a 40DD, and a size 20 pants. I exercise (almost) every week, and do a lot of walking during my job. I love the softness of my curves. I love the way my niece can curl up in my lap for a nap, and use my chest as a pillow (because it's both cute and hilarious). I love the ultra-femininity of my body, all exaggerated curves. But mostly, I love accepting myself as I am. This is my body. It's the only one I have. I'm not going to starve it. I'm not going to belittle it. What purpose would that serve, other than making myself feel horrible? Looking back at my Dad's family, it's genetic. I was made this size. And I love myself, just like others love me. I love myself and celebrate myself as I was made, not as I used to wish I was. I am beautiful. You are beautiful. We are beautiful. It's time for us to accept it, to be glad about it, and to love ourselves.
If my best friend was this size, I would love her, without any size reservations. So why wouldn't I do the same for myself?