I saw something on Facebook the other day that quite frankly, pissed me off. Okay, maybe that is a strong way of explaining my feelings. First it pissed me off, then it made me sad, then it made me question society. All these emotions came from a post that kinda went like this “Omg I’m a size 12 now. I’m so fat!” Whilst I really hope that the person can work on loving her body, it just made me so sad that we are conditioned to believe we should be perfect all the time. Guys, you know what I’m probably at my heaviest (albeit not that heavy at all) and yet I’m still feelin’ sassy with all my perfect imperfections.
I’m not here to preach about how you should love yourself more, most of us look at our bodies and can point out the million and one things about ourselves that we hate and very rarely share what we do love. Media has told us time and time again what the perfect body should be and it’s generally through the clever art of photoshop. I was scrolling through the images that Matt McCormick took of me the last time we worked together. I’d constantly said “Oh my god, can you see my rolls? My rolls are hanging out!” pretty much between every shot he took of me in this outfit.
And now after much thought & deliberation with myself, when they landed in my inbox & I looked at them, I don’t think “Oh my goodness, you are so fat Bee!” I see a happy, confident woman, smiling and having a great time. So shoot me?
I’m a curvy gal now. I grew up looking like a beanpole so when I started developing lumps and bumps it was a huge shock to the system. My weight rollercoasters all the time, but recently I’ve struggled to shift it. I know it’s because I sit on my bum all day and exercise irregularly. I also like big portions but slowly I’m working on that, I love food (a little bit too much!) I know I could lose a little weight, of course, but I know that right now I feel sassy, I feel confident & I am pretty happy. Surely that is the best way to be, rather than getting hung up on numbers on a scale or on clothing labels?
It’s not just my weight I have a love/hate relationship with, my honker is something else I humongously dislike. It has a massive kink in it and I have a terrible profile from the side. I hate, hate, hate it. Plus, it’s something that’s always been pointed out to me and not in the most positive of ways.
WOAH. Hang on a minute there, Bee. This sounds like a pity party! What about all the things that I do love about myself? Seeing past the nose and the wonky tits I don’t concentrate on that. I see the big smile beaming from my face. The look in my eye that says “I don’t give a f, I’m working it.”
My confidence levels yo-yo and quite clearly at the moment, I’m on a high, ask me again in two weeks & I’ll probably tell you to “get stuffed & look at those rabbit teeth in that mouth of mine!” ‘cos y’know, periods and all that but I’d love it for every time someone says they hate something about themselves, we reply with something that we love about them. Wouldn’t that be the morale boost as a nation, we need?
Okay, okay. I promise I’ll stop preaching now. Everyone has the right to love or hate their body, but I want to spread more positivity out there about body confidence. If you want to diet, do it! If you want to start a pilates class, do it! If you want to eat a bar of chocolate & not feel guilty, do it! I want you to do it & I want you to feel sassy and confident and happy, it might not be with every inch of yourself, because hey, if we were perfect we wouldn’t be unique.
Next time someone is feeling a little low or makes a comment about themselves that is negative, why not throw a little compliment their way. It might just make their day.
Bee xxx
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