I’m curvy. I have “mothering hips”, a rather large rump and 32FF boobs. I fit in to a size 12 and then sometimes things still don’t fit (I’m looking at you Topshop/H&M!) When I was a teen, I hit puberty pretty early. In fact, I got my period aged 12 on my third day at High School. True fact. Any male readers, you probably wanna leave now. It was the day I supposedly “became a woman” (LOLZ. Lie. It was the day that it was the start of horrific period pains and illness) but I was only a child and I’d often find myself thinking “why me?” and “why had it happened to me so soon?” but eventually I just had to deal with it. My boobs began to grow but nothing else really did so I was still pretty slim. Bonus. However, since the age of about 18, adult life took over and food was more about convenience rather than calorie counting. I’ve had to learn how to work with my body and it’s ever changing shape.
Body confidence doesn’t come overnight. Heck, even when you have it, it can still be pretty darned tough. Looking at pages in magazines and seeing beautiful, tall and slim woman it’s hard not to look at yourself and doubt every role or every bit of cellulite you might have. But, it just isn’t real. The amount of airbrushing that occurs is off the scale and that is so damaging to so many impressionable teens and women. I add the latter because I now feel more pressure to look good as a fully fledged adult than what I did surrounded by self-centred teens at high school. And it scares me that if I can think like that, how the hell must a 14 year old girl feel in this day and age?
Sometimes it is about how you dress yourself to make you feel better. I often find it difficult because of my shape. Magazines and websites tell me as a “curvy gal” I need to wear figure hugging clothes that reveal my best assets. So, this outfit is as far as it goes but I still look at it and pull apart the pieces where you can see a slight tummy bulge. The idea of wearing really tight clothes makes me baulk and you’ll very rarely see anything on me that hugs my lumps and bumps. When you don’t fit in to the “plus size” bracket or the super slim, how is it, that I walk in to stores and still struggle to find items of clothing that fit?
I'm Bee. 27 year old who is finally starting to understand herself. A Scorpio that's too nice to use that sting in her tail, regularly found searching for holidays or online shopping. Happiest when being fed, travelling & spending time with Mr C.