Hello my little loves! Today I’m going to talk about a recent revelation I’ve had, about why you should LOVE your body.
In my June Favourites, I said about how I had been going to the gym. The gym is a completely new concept in my life as I have never regularly attended before, and stuck to it. However, I was going on holiday and I wanted to slim down to look good in a bikini. I lost a fair amount of weight and toned up considerably from when I started. Upon arriving on holiday, got in my bikini, and guess what? I still didn’t feel good.
Looking around the pool, saw so many teeny tiny girls with their flat tummies and legs perfectly free from cellulite. And I instantly felt bad about myself. I had worked my butt off for weeks and weeks with eating better and going to the gym, and seeing these girls almost made that feel pointless. To be completely honest, it pissed me off. I wasn’t angry with these girls, I was angry with myself. Angry that I had belittled myself so much, and in my own mind made myself feel ugly.
I was angry that I compared myself to this typical ideal of beauty. That because I have big hips and big thighs, I wasn’t beautiful. But then, this stunning girl, who could have only been a size 8 turned to her boyfriend and asked if her bikini made her look fat. I thought this girl was perfect and she was body conscious too. And in that moment I thought to myself, would I be 100% if I got down to ‘the ideal size’ and the answer is no. There would always be something that could be different or I wouldn’t like. So why am I worrying?
Since this realisation I can’t tell you the difference, I feel like a weight has been lifted. A weight I didn’t even know was there. Weight that I had put upon myself unintentionally. I don’t feel as much pressure either, people aren’t going to like me anymore if I was skinny or if I was big. I’m not going to fail in life if I’m a size 6 or a size 26.
What matters is how I feel, how hard I work and what kind of person I am. Not what size jeans I can get into. Of course there are things I would like to change but the truth is, it’s my body. No one else’s. My body is my home, it’s the only one I have and it’s kept me alive and healthy for 24 years. So why on Earth is it okay to loath it for not fitting into a very rigid box. A box that hasn’t even been created by us, but rather what the media tells us we SHOULD look like, and if you don’t conform. You’re not beautiful.
And you know what? I’m sick of it. From this day forth, I’m going to be happy with whatever my body looks like. I’m lucky enough to be healthy and able to do the things I want, so being negative is a complete waste of time that could be better spent. From this day forth, I choose happiness.
Apologies for the rantiness of this post, however I felt it so necessary to share. There are so many beautiful people out there that have their happiness tied in with their body. So I just wanted to tell you, yes you reading. You’re beautiful. Your weight doesn’t define you, only you can do that.
And there it is, your daily dose of body positivity. Thank you so much for reading, if you enjoyed this post then please follow me for future entries. Also be sure to follow my social media links below for all the fun over there. Love to you all xxx