How I Learned to Love my Imperfect Body

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tumblr_my0az3NOMa1sa7h11o1_400by Lilly VWhen did society set such a strict specification on body image?  More importantly, when did we start believing it?  We are brain washed into believing we’re not good enough.  We are conditioned to think that our waist size is correspondent to our intelligence. There is an obsession in our country with weight loss. It has become a rat race to see who can be the thinnest.

There is an abundance of criticism towards women of all sizes.  No matter if you are thin or thick, there will be an opinion forced upon you in the media.

I am fat.  No, I’m not fishing for compliments.  I’m an overweight woman.  All my life I’ve strived to be thin.  I’ve tried all of the weight loss pills; I’ve tried all of the extreme diets.  I’ve worried myself sick about how my body image will be perceived by the public.  I’ve stayed home from parties and social events, scared how I will be perceived.  I’ve cancelled plans in fear of criticisms.  I’ve done a lot to change myself but there’s one thing I’ve never tried until recently: loving myself.

The most liberating phenomenon is not caring about society’s standards of beauty but to instead appreciate who you are for every flaw.  I no longer fear seeing a fat roll on a tagged Facebook photo, instead I only see my positive attributes.  I’m no longer embarrassed by unflattering photos but instead delighted by the enjoyment I was having in that one moment.  I guess there came a moment in my life, like turning on a light bulb, where I just didn’t care anymore.  I just don’t care what other people think of me.  I only care about how I perceive myself.

When it comes down to it, I know my body is healthy.  Just because I don’t fit the traditional view of beauty doesn’t mean I’m not a valid human.  I understand everyday I’ll be subjected to the opinions of others but it doesn’t mean I have to listen to it.