According to dosomething.org, approximately 91% of women are unhappy with their bodies and resort to dieting to achieve their ideal body shape.
If that doesn’t make your heart sink…
We come in all shapes and sizes, that’s what makes us women so fabulous! We are all unique, we are all beautiful and we should all bloody well love ourselves.
I grew up as a bit of a tomboy. I was skinny, flat-chested and I had the biggest, goofiest teeth. I look back at photos of myself and CRINGE. I looked like that until I was about 13/14.
I had my braces taken off, I grew boobs, I started wearing hair extensions and makeup.
I find myself looking back at photos of myself from then and feeling upset, wishing I still had that figure and hating myself for ever thinking I was fat then when I’m currently the biggest I’ve ever been!
WHY do I do that? Why can’t I accept the fact that I’ve gained weight during my time studying at university? Why can’t I love myself?
I ask myself every single day whether I will ever be 100% content with the way I look and I’ve decided that I probably won’t.
I’ll always want to change my hair colour or have long hair or wish I was more tanned but it’s not as simple as that. I know I can’t just click my fingers to shed 2 stone and have the perfect figure.
It takes time, effort and a lot of dedication to reach goals and you have to WANT IT. I’ve accepted that I’m a little on the chubby side, I have thin hair, I’m pale and freckly.
But, I’m a happy person.
I have family, friends and a boyfriend who love me for me! They don’t care if my thighs are chunky or if my belly is flabby. The only person who cares is me. Just like the only person who can change this is me.
But, I’m not ready. I may not look the best I’ve ever looked but in 2017, I achieved a hell of a lot. I graduated from university, I passed my driving test and I landed myself a wonderful job. I achieved all of this, looking like this. So what’s to hate?
Sure, I have my down days where I’ll moan about how shit my outfit looks or how much I hate my hair but at the end of the day, I’ll change myself when it feels right.
I’m still a very confident young woman and I will EMBRACE my curves, stretch marks and double chin. As long as I’m happy and loved… Who cares?!
Take my advice, ladies. Fucking. Love. Yourself.