What Its Like

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I demand change.

The first thing I thought of when I saw this photo was, “Wow. That used to be me.”

I used to want to cut the fat off my body as well. I thought that I’d be so much better off if I could just get rid of the fat. As a young girl growing up in Southern California, I felt like an outsider. I was much too young to even begin to appreciate my body. Could you blame me? This low self-esteem epidemic is still a serious global crisis. I mean, is this something you have ever experienced? For how long?

In elementary school was when I first encountered body issues. I didn’t understand then what I do now. At the time, I thought my friends were beautiful and thin and perfect. I also thought that I was none of those things. My being overweight was especially brought to my attention several times by other kids and even adults. Unfortunately, I attached my self-worth to my weight and I let it make me feel inferior and inadequate. I truly felt that, and I lived it. Man, for years I lived like that. I tore myself down constantly. I narrowed in on my “imperfections.” If only my waist was trim, my legs smaller, my boobs bigger, pretty much most of what wasn’t me. If only I were more like somebody else, somebody beautiful.

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It took me a long time before I realized that I was awesome. I am not perfect, but it’s okay. My hispanic genetics have given me curves and they’re beautiful. For some time, my curves made me feel insecure. I’m pretty petite up top, but man do I have hips and booty lol. I love my body now, but most of my life I did not. I embrace what I’ve been given, yet this acceptance is new to me. Every single person has flaws, so why should I be ashamed? Why would you feel ashamed? There is no reason to be. This is such a simple lesson to learn; however, it seems difficult to achieve for a number of different reasons.

How can we as a culture stop perpetuating this abusive cycle? Well, I believe we need to start with ourselves. We need to be our own very best friend. We need to do things for the right reasons, like working out because it keeps us healthy, not skinny. Or, nourishing our bodies instead of starving ourselves for a bikini.

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When we are able to be at peace with ourselves, then we can move on to helping others. It may take a while to learn to love yourself, but it is the only way we can fully care for another person. If we do in fact love the person that we are, then we won’t feel the need to put other groups of girls and women down. It is so damn annoying when I see those posts or pictures of “Curvy girls do it better. Men don’t like bones,” etc. Like, what is the point? You can be curvy and proud, but at the expense of another woman’s body type? Isn’t it hard enough to learn to love the skin we’re in without hearing the negativity from another woman? The way I see it: happy people don’t feel inclined to make others unhappy. Quite the contrary, actually. Happy people will want to make others feel as good as they feel. If you love yourself, chances are that didn’t come easy, so why why why would we want to prolong the process for someone else? To be frank, when I see or hear women campaigning for their body type while simultaneously making another subordinate, all I can think about is how unhappy they must be, and then I want to give them a hug.

I hope you all are able to fall in love with you. Until next time all you gorgeous gals (and guys!)

 

Xoxo