For a long time I was angry at my body.
Mad at my thick things, bulging belly, and bountiful breasts for being part of my body. I daydreamed about slicing off slabs of fat and flesh, wishing I could whittle my body to its perfect form.
I felt betrayed by its size, by its inability to shrink even when I starved it from nutrients…and love.
Liz from not too long ago would never post this photo; stomach not sucked in, no shapewear smashing and smoothing.
She would have cried rivers of tears over something as normal as a visible belly.
Because all she wanted was to be invisible, to be so small and slight that she was finally acceptable.
Now, I celebrate my body, fat, rolls, and all. I appreciate what it does for me, how it functions….I can finally enjoy the aesthetics of it, but more importantly, I can honor and respect all of what it does, not just my outer appearance.
So thank you body, and thank you belly, for being a part of what makes me, me.
Shoes: French Sole
Bag: Matt & Nat
Choker: Chan Luu
The title of this post is inspired by Nora Ephron’s novel, I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts On Being A Woman