I got mad at my thighs today, for rubbing together and making a “shushing” sound as I walked. I literally got mad at a body part for doing what a body part does and what mine will probably do long after my death because a thigh gap will never be in the cards for me.
Now at 39 years old, having lost and gained and lost and gained weight, having been bulimic in my teens, near starving in my early 20’s, a binge eater from 25 on (still struggle with that) I thought I had made peace with my thigh songs. It took me aback a little, that I felt so angry with part of myself. It stopped me in my tracks. It took me a minute to shake off the feeling, and I found myself laughing. “SING ME THE SONG OF YOUR PEOPLE THIGHS, IM LISTENING! HEY, WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR BREAKFAST?”
Learning to be ok with, or not even think about physical parts of yourself is a life long lesson. You will never reach the end of your tutorial. You will have moments that bring you right back to the self-hate. It could be the jiggle in your belly when you dance, the back of your arms waving when you do, or the song of your thighs rubbing together. But absolutely none of those things have any meaning, they won’t love your family, be a kind heart for a wounded friend, or pay your damn bills. Remember that when you see a part you hate, it’s meaningless. Laugh at yourself and feed yourself some breakfast.
Let’s talk self love and weight loss for a minute.
So I’ve spent a lot of time lately beating myself up about the ups and downs I’m having on this journey to a healthier body.
I’ve had so many starts and stops, and it’s become a mental battle. But really, that’s what a weight loss/ health journey is… a mental battle. Because if you aren’t ready to change what goes on upstairs, you won’t succeed at trimming away the middle.
I have learned to love my memory stripes, loving term for stretch marks, my curves and the flows and jiggles, but do I strive to feel better and healthier, of freaking course.
You can be on a journey of self love and a journey to drop lbs at the same time.
The new wave of body positive movements are amazing, inspiring and soul feeding, but please don’t ever feel like to love yourself, you have to love all the parts. You can strive make changes, and still celebrate what you have. Like you paint the walls in your home to make it look better, but that doesn’t mean you hate the house.
I am going to reset myself, and remember that Rome wasn’t built in a day, and that by just continuing to move forward, despite the hiccups, I can achieve anything I choose. I urge you to be patient with yourself, give yourself the grace and patience you award to others. Give yourself a hug, touch your memory stripes and curves with a loving hand. Take time to love what you have and the time to strive for change. They are BOTH necessary to live in the best version of you.