Body Image—a phrase relating to an ever-changing set of ideas and standards mixed with constant mood shifts, grumbles and the occasional—“Doesn’t look so bad today.”
Can you relate to this “definition”?
I have struggled with body image all my life. From stand-out flame colored hair, a slightly unusual name, and ghost-white skin—I never stood a chance of blending in. (Unless I was a Weasley) And let’s not even chat about all those numbers on the scale. Or how many scales have gone to the scale graveyard, smashed and shattered. I am guilty of trying all the diets and plans: Slimfast, Weight Watchers, Suzanne Summers…thankfully was smart enough to stay FAR away from Atkins!
Recently, I had to unpack a box of old photos of myself. I noticed that not much has changed with my body over the years. A few different hair colors and styles but overall the same average size. So I wonder—why have I spent all of these years fretting, foot-stamping, growling and tossing the contents of my closet on the floor because nothing ever fit right? I ponder how many hours I have spent obsessing over what I “should” look like. It seems like an incredible waste of energy and time.
And then I realized:
It isn't the size of me that is the problem.
It is how I feel about it.
Can you connect with this? Are you your own worst body critic? The world might think you are beautiful—but your brain tells you otherwise.
Since I have become vegan, more compassion has filtered into my daily life than I ever thought possible. But I lack compassion for myself. I think it is time to give myself a break—let go of the mirror monster. Change the way I think and feel about myself—change the body image.
Is it time to give you a break too?