I’ve gained…2.6 lbs! And I feel horrible. I deserve it because of all my recent diet cheats. Nevertheless, it’s still frustrating. After being good for a month and a half, I slip up, and suddenly I’ve gained back 2.6 pounds of the 8 pounds I lost. Yes, this feels like failure and loss of control. There are days when I really just hate my body. I hate the way my fat curls over the top of my jeans; I hate how flabby my arms are; I hate my baby cheeks; I hate my tree trunk legs. Everything in the mirror disgusts me. I feel trapped inside this body suit, unable to get free and unable to change my appearance.
Admittedly, I’m being a tad dramatic, but I’m not alone in hating my body. Recently there has been a huge movement towards body acceptance, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around it. I’m not sure how others get there, but if you now their secrets, please share.
That aside, I know I’m not alone in body hatred. Let’s hear from several other women, interviewed in the UK about their bodies.
“When I skip a meal, I’m proud of myself. I wish I could keep that feeling. So that’s my anorexia problem: the fact that I can’t be anorexic.” Anonymous 12-year-old girl
“Dear body, You are the first thing on my mind as soon as I wake, in my thoughts every minute of the day, and I stress about you as I go to sleep. In fact, my dreams often revolve around you and changing your shape and size. Why can’t you get rid of all the bits I hate? Why can’t I learn to love you?” Lynsey Bowes, 29,
“This morning I looked in the mirror again and saw a 69-year-old, 20-stone woman looking back. Who is she? Please don’t say I am that Fat Old Woman. But of course it is me, it was me yesterday, and the day before. It will still be me tomorrow.” Delyse Phillips, 69
These excerpts are brought to you by the Daily Mail’s article: “Why can’t we love our bodies? Nine women reveal how they REALLY feel about their figures.” (Click here for the article.) This gives you a snippet into this growing disease. A disease that destroys happiness and keeps people self-centered. That’s what hating my body really boils down to: my inability to think of others instead of myself. If I’m honest, thoughts about myself occupy probably 85% of my brain space. That’s a lot of “me-time.”
I might not be able to change how I feel about my body, but maybe I can change how much I think about my body. By focusing on those around me, maybe I can shift the focus from my body towards something more positive. Maybe this way, I can make a difference. I’m a long way from body-acceptance, but maybe I can start with body-forgetfulness?