Even now, I don't like my body. I am still considered skinny by 90% of the population. But now I have stretch marks and a little bit of something something on my hips. And people still hate me. My body is not perfect as it once was...but then maybe it is better? Yeah, I sure don't think so. Long gone are the days of eating whatever I want and putting on no weight. Now I am 120 pounds and I still feel awkward. I feel fat...and wish I could go to the gym every day.
And again I bet 90% of the population hates me for saying any of this. 120 pounds is really nothing. But for a girl who struggled to even have 100 pounds on her bones, that is a lot for me. It is different.
And no matter what, people are going to hate my body.
Either they will hate I am skinny, or they will hate that I am fat. No one is happy.
So forget them. I should have been nicer to myself when I was younger. I should have been taught that I was more than how skinny I was. I should have looked myself in the mirror every single day and said, "You are beautiful."
Cause you see, whether I have zits everywhere or my makeup is on point, I am beautiful.
It has nothing to do with how I look in a swim suit. It has nothing to do with what a scale says.
I am healthy. I eat. I sometimes exercise. I am sure I could take better care of myself and I am aware of that.
But again, I do not need to weigh less than anyone in my family, I do not need to weigh less than anyone in the world.
I need to weigh Chiarra's weight.
Because I am beautiful. Just how I am.
And I wish that we would teach our girls that they are beautiful. And I think we need to start from when they are first able to speak.
I want my daughter to know that no matter what she looks like on the outside, she is beautiful.
I don't want her reaching age 20 and having an identity crisis because she suddenly put on enough weight to look normal.
(Photo Credit To: Kenny Kerns Photography)
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