I am proud of my size

After a lot of umming and ahhing, I’ve decided to take part in The Nearsighted Owl’s I am Proud of My Size link-up.  Rachele runs this super-awesome link -up over at her blog.  This is her description of what the link-up is all about:

“My mission:

All sizes are beautiful! Don’t be ashamed of your number or keep it from living your life and doing what you love. There is no perfect or wrong size. It doesn’t determine our worth and nobody has the right to judge someone’s health by their size. So let’s show the world that every size can be happy and that we are not ashamed!

How to participate:

I would love to see all different sizes represented in this link up. Whether you are a 0 or 32, participate! This is a weekly feature so each link up will be open for one week. You can add your link anytime during the week. All genders, sexes and non-genders are welcome to join in. Use whatever sizing you are most familiar with. You can link up with me every week with a new post or join in every once in a while! The rules are simple. Post a photo of yourself on your blog, feeling confident. Post a full body shot, so head to toe! State your size in your blog post or with a graphic on your photo. No diet talk, weight loss talk, negativity or any type of body shaming allowed. This is about being happy with your size and shape, not because it is socially acceptable, healthy or better than others. Then come back here and add your link using the link tool at the end of this post.”

A few weeks ago, I was leaving a comment on another blog when I realised that I am happier with my body now than I’ve ever been before.  My body isn’t any ‘better’ now than it has been in the past.  I haven’t improved my body, or made anything bigger or smaller.  The thing that’s changed isn’t my body, it’s my relationship with my body.

I used to be at war with my body.  I spent a huge chunk of my time and energy thinking about how to change the bits I didn’t like.  I would lament over how big my thighs looked in comparison to the rest of my body, the fact that I had the smallest breasts in my class, my pimples, and my crooked teeth.  I succeeded only in making myself incredibly ill and unhappy.  And during that time I was only able to see the negative things in other people.  I had spent so much time obsessing over flaws that I blinkered myself to the point that all I saw were imperfections in myself and others.

Now, I won’t pretend that I love my body 100%.  Like any pair of long-term mates, we have our occasional spats.  What I will say is that when I stopped focussing on all the things I thought were ‘wrong’ with my body, and started searching for the things I loved, it became easier to be pleased with myself.

I’m a size 6, and I’m proud of that.  One thing that you possibly don’t realise (unless you’ve met me in person) is that I’m quite short.  My mother is also very small, and growing up, she would always tell me that she hoped I’d be tall like my father.  She hates being short.  Not me though!  I think being short is awesome!  I think my size makes me look extra-cute.  I’m fun-sized!

I am grateful for all the awesome things my body lets me do.  Such as:

– Dance like a crazy woman

– Gives me a fab frame upon which to hang all my favourite outfits.

– Run like the wind

– Stretch and bend while I’m doing yoga

– Pull hilarious faces

– Have sex

– Hug my mates and my kitties.

– Look gorgeous in a pair of jeans.

And so many more incredible things.  Honestly, I am so pleased with all the fab things I’m able to do because of the body I was blessed with.

I’ve found it hard to get to a point where I can honestly say that I’m proud of my size.  It’s tricky to do that when we live in a culture that’s constantly prescribing how people ‘should’ look, and creating a habit of self-scrutiny and body negativity.  This type of environment makes it so difficult for any person to be proud of the way they look, because we’re constantly being given reasons why we shouldn’t like our bodies or suggestions for ways we can improve our appearance.  I think that if you’re unhappy with yourself, changing the way you look isn’t going to make you happier.  The only way to make yourself feel better about yourself is to start being kind to yourself and to stop focussing on the negatives.

I’d really encourage you to head over to The Nearsighted Owl to check out the other blog posts in the link-up.  Or, if you’re feeling really brave, why not participate?  I’d love to see your photos and read all about why you love your body!

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2 comments

  1. I was recently badgered for a couple of months by a “friend” to get a breast enlargement. She said she did it for herself but, all in the same breath, exclaimed how great it is to be able to buy low-cut dresses and blouses to show off “the new twins”. uh-huh… That doesn’t sound like you’re doing it for yourself. The point of my story: I like my body the way it is and I don’t need surgery to make myself feel better about it. 🙂
    You’re awesome!

    • Yikes! Good on you for sticking to your guns and celebrating your body just the way it is.
      I think that when you start trying to ‘fix’ the imperfections with your body, you start fighting a losing battle. If you change one part of your body that you’re unhappy with, then soon you’re just going to find another perceived imperfection to fixate on. Rather than spending thousands of dollars ‘improving’ myself physically, I’d rather invest the time to improve the way I view my body and the way I treat myself. It sounds like you’ve got a similar attitude, which is awesome too!

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